Begrudged, I leave
stepping off my front porch and into
the dark, misty neighborhood of
high fences and doors shut tight.
With red headphones playing music
that competes with the
wind as it whistles across my bare ears. Block by
block flow under my feet.
Mindless time spent locked
behind my eyes.
Sidewalk littered with
soggy brown leaves, slugs that could lay
across all five of my toes,
leaving silvery trails that will dry to strands of
silk. Shadows which trick my unconscious response,
believing they are animated
by something more than the breeze.
Sweat crystallized to salt, eyes like
pretzels, a nose like a faucet.
Those things which afflict
my bone and skin hold
no weight to how I feel