Poetry · Writing

four minute mile

sweet defeat

the seals on my lips

taken the identity

we crafted in trusted hands

i release, you.

on record going the extra foot

rolling in those exclusive feats

to run empty on bare feet

running a wild rampage

a breath on weary feet

it’s okay,

to let another

finish this bloody lap

Poetry · Writing

roots

why do you like what you like

was it rooted before you knew

why do you believe everything

in that book grasp firmly in your hands

are those roots

ready to be tugged on

what is really in that food

that you love so much

are those questions

you can ask

answers you’re ready for

how do you know

what you know