Hot days again. Been waking up early and spending time alone in the mornings. I've been feeling my long body, stretching it out and then pulling it back, working on my stupid poems, or reading. My life is every smack of pavement I run every day, and still I don't feel strong or good. I flipped over the shoes I bought at the flood sale last fall and I can see that I've run them to literal pieces, big pieces of the sole lolling out of the bottom like tongues. Certainly it's not too soon to have destroyed shoes I bought 9 months ago, but I don't think I've ever seen them wrecked in such a theatrical way.
Tonight feels lonely.
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