midlife aspirations

wind against my face
i race hugging the wall
the music behind me
the pace i keep my own

my first freedom
wheels to wood floor
sweat pouring down my back
i lean into it
steady and balanced
cute not my agenda
i’m going for fierce and strong

i race no one in particular
one lap ten the numbers run
rampant in my head
i can’t talk and
i don’t want to listen

its just me out here
alone the way i like it
i should join a derby team
i could block the shit out of
them pansy jammers
and i’ll call myself
onna warpath

2 Comments Add yours

  1. Writing Jobs says:

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    1. wanda says:

      Thank you for reading.

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