those are the only two words in my head these days
not that I have a penchant for speed
or an uncanny inability to feel pain
because
sometimes air and wind and fingers gripped around bars
are all we have to hold onto
and
holding my head in my arms and eyes to the night
I can breathe against the drumming of my ears
the lights pulse through my spine
and the rumble of the turf
against the pale of my legs
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