but you’re not here to hear.
there are times inside the timelines
all of them
every
single
one
when each direction burns.
i shuffle left
twinge.
i curtsy right
pang.
i bend fowardfuck
what’s that cramp in my heart?
its purpose seems STOOOPID
this route unfamiliar
our compulsion strangled
in this new masked world
no
such
thing
as
movement backwards backwards movement backwards
i stop.
and lace up
the hot pink of my teal sneaks.