my parents and my teachers and my coach said
go home and ready
prepare to move
and let the air mix into your lungs–
then, you will be free.
i wonder, how hard could it be?
i am a child, untouched, baby-fat and loose limbs
i slip through, in-out, around, testing the tug,
and i rush against the wall, rough shock to my palms
and i burn, burn, burn, fire in my blood and my air
what does it mean to sweat and tread
medalless, joyless, friendless, pain-full?