BOOT(s)TRAPS – a consolation
12.31.17
now more than ever
i feel the parchment paper tounge
of established comfort-ability.
i’ve made of myself the impossible
the golden minus reaching heights
discovering mountains
conquering lands
turning off calendars with whispers of success
leaping
shaking the year off the leg
not like a bad memory
a stubborn child
a painful sore
more a dull ache
feeling heavy in the bones
calling for something it doesn’t even know
where it began
or how even
it will end
from bare feet
soles to the dessert spines
i cracked its back into regimen
disciplinary callousness
now laced up
boot-straps true to form
polished click clacking echoing on cement halls
they hear me coming
but i can no longer feel the ground