skaters

i am hiding in the past because no one looks here. my eyes watch the skaters go by, on ice that looks like water. what a joy to participate in this party with a body, even a ruined one. i dig in the wrong places, but at least i try everywhere. who am i to say they are wrong? my half furled body wants to sprint, to push and burn my muscle fibers with the feeling of work. i think i have done a good…