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Poems

Rochelle Foles Mar 2019
run infantwoman
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 inyournewtights
                    heels of your palmsbleeding
fromwhere 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 stumble the thing that matters most is that you land softer)


                 run infantwoman
                © 2017 rochellefoles
we often are blind to our patterns.  when we tune in we may just find rerouting our path can be as simple as changing our tights if we do it consciously.