So I taught myself to run again (again). It’s all about the playlist. Plus the way the cold forgives us, given time. I say good morning like I mean it. All the zen
one would expect. I’m new. I’m good. Wise men are worried for my knees. I have today,
exactly like I did before, and pray:
Forever and forever, girl. Amen.
Running can’t fix everything, I’ll grant you.
I still remember too much and regret
the bulk of it. Still, here’s what humans do:
fuck up, resolve, get better, then forget. Above the trail, a wayward cockatoo – her screeching, my panting, some duet.
