Tournament Day Two
Two games, one day.
One hundred and twenty minutes of
your very best roller derby.
My friend's feet fall apart
so I skate in game two of the day,
feeling progressively better though still
relatively ineffectual.
This is the hardest thing
I have ever done.
I wish my lungs would cooperate and give me enough air
I wish my feet would cooperate and keep moving
I wish my head would cooperate and stay on the track.
My mental game is loosening
like a too-often-used hair tie.
Not the loosening to a perfect wrist fit,
but the loosening to a possible drop off the hand
if I'm not paying too close attention.
I need to work harder.
I need to practice harder.
I need to skate harder.
But I have made a showing
a starting point
and there's nowhere to go
but up.
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