Rending

I’m furious.

With it comes an energy.

Do something, it said.

I’m compassionate.  I helped. When I couldn’t help, I tried.

Do something else, it said.

My hands needed to be in on the action.

So this is what I did with that.

From the Archives:
Take This Inspiration And Shove It
The High Cost Of Being Me
Rations

In The Spirit Of Expansiveness

She’s the real deal.
Streamlined, aerodynamic.
She glides right past me at the track.
No knee or ankle supports.
No plodding.
Gazelle like and bright.
Her name should be Lululemon Athletica.

Does speed sacrifice alignment? 
Sure, but I reject these sour grapes. 
This is my time.
The elder in me requires care.
And youth forgives form.

Later she leans against the fence.
Smoking her cigarette, breathing greedily.
I change course to avoid the acrid, the stink.
My brow begins to knit.

Don’t start, I tell myself.


From the archives:
I answered my own question
All of the roads they did lead here
To mend