I have been running
these three
mornings
I have been running
because I need to be
recreated
I have been running
I have needed the
slap the
sting of
waking the
rip from the
womb of
sleep
I have been running
I have needed the cold
tubes of my frozen
veins to
flood
with
blood
my white
hands to
mottle with
purple and
blue
I have been running
I have needed my face to
flush and
forehead to
gush with
sweat
the oily
water of
stagnation and
regret
I have been running
I have been running
I have been running
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