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trading flesh

no training wheels just go rolling across the cement stages of life   sometimes you drift that way you bend quite dangerously low perhaps you swing back to center, somehow   imagine shoestrings tangled with chain and pedal crunched and choked in grease   sudden stillness flings you forward skin seeking gravel grinding it hurts to trade flesh   you know   those rocks are still in my knee caps fusing themselves to tendrils of tendons bathing in blood and plasma   bits of me are blue and knotted now as so many life forms make a home beneath my skin perhaps they never were smooth and young, either

no training wheels
just go
rolling across the cement stages
of life
 
sometimes you drift that way
you bend quite dangerously low
perhaps you swing back to center, somehow
 
imagine shoestrings
tangled with chain and pedal
crunched and choked in grease
 
sudden stillness flings you forward
skin seeking gravel grinding
it hurts to trade flesh
 
you know
 
those rocks are still in my knee caps
fusing themselves to tendrils of tendons
bathing in blood and plasma
 
bits of me are blue and knotted now
as so many life forms make a home beneath my skin
perhaps they never were smooth and young, either