| October 13, 2000 | |
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| Shins tense at first and shriek buttocks gripe and clench like fists then mellow into muscle warm and smooth with each stroke I free another foot (a bird) they follow me this flock around the track and now arms carving crescents my pelvis opens sudden into air and spreads her wings white cormorant in sunshine sucking wind wet shine of sun explores across my back |
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Unfortunately, this is a poem about rollerblading. I'm not sure it's possible to mix modern recreational hardware and the body in a lyric poem; does it come off crude or hilarious? Today I read "Make more mistakes faster." |