Run infant woman
run as fast as you can in any direction
that seems
AWAY
run till you threaten to drop dead
or
just drop
skinned needs, skinned knees,
runs in your new tights
heels of your palms bleeding
from where you s k I d along the unforgiving asphalt
that had been lying in wait for your stumble
hungry for your blood
hungry for your self
—
effacement to bring you
back to this place
so well known
-when you- smart actualized near woman you-
go THERE
and stumble
the asphalt only wins
if
you continue to wear that same pair of tights
(no matter how many times you
s k I d along the unforgiving asphalt
the thing that matters most is that you land softer)