He asked me where I was planning to go
to accomplish the climbing route.
He beamed, called me sweetly simple.
I’d snapped at him, “Up.”
Tag: rock climbing
Daddy
Sometimes I think the funniest thing about him is that I found him normal-
Getting pulled over, breaking down, breaking back in,
my bloody hand from climbing a fence to get to school and the mysterious sock
that we used to clot, and how that was god.
Rock walls tied to the truck while directing traffic on the interstate
so that ducks could pass- It was
SMOOTH AS BUTTER! BOWL OF SUGAR! WHOO-Read More »
Heights, Defiance, and Things at Stake
No matter your imaginings and dreams,
gravity, a mere theory, not really proved,
preached by grown-ups, strikes you true-
You’ve never managed to fly away
or stop their pulling your feet back to
the ground, your head out of the clouds.
Your grown-ups haven’t stayed starry-eyed.
Danger, of course, you take as even less than theory-Read More »
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