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Sport 42: 2014



For day-long hours
for month-long weeks
I have been opening my hands
at inappropriate moments
like a heart does.

My eyes are shying from the air
that is, I am closing them more
than is necessary.
I have followed my legs around
rather than have them follow me

and now I am sat here, outside on the stairs
my knees empty runways
where shame could land
but doesn’t.