Cresting

Oh I trudge.

I rise.

Oh yes.

It's about motivation

the trick of steel flesh

legs like swords

in shoe scabbards

"Oh yes." I said, I tend to say

"I am a strong woman with powerful legs

if I have to be."

Believable

in the "well, I don't care"

sense of the word.

It's about the mild incline

the mediocre view

the act of walking as virtuosic.

"Oh yes," I said

"I can remain upright."

I remove shoelaces from my wardrobe;

I re-imagine faith.

This is a way of losing interest

it's about doing it on purpose

conjuring the "unh huh"

with satisfaction.

Of having a bladder for a heart.

This is a way to trudge, to drag.

Triumphant shouts erupt;

my chest boils over,

It's "God! Who is YELLING?"

I have pocketfuls of nails,

of screws,

of brads,

of string;

a warrior never needs to melt.

A goddess never solders.

I trudge, I join

I hold it together

I join, I blurt,

I shout with my stomach

I pull off my feet, I fly sideways.

I join, I bind

I slash and tie

exhaust myself, and you

so peacefully

A bashful braggart,

a brat on a knoll

just kind of swaying

just kind of saying

whatever.