Weigh the sugar, the caffeine, the intangibles
Every landspeed record is a thing at the horizon
Or compound eyes all the better for seeing your compound fractures
Peanut brittle, marshmallow, snowballs — all the seasons
Back and forth a week at a time then two
Back and forth and then interrupted
Back and forth and strike out, sunrises
Then setbacks and shutdowns and somewhere softens.
I have shoulders and I have moments.
An angle, a scope, line of sight, and lower lows.
I have a ditch-bound snowmobile.
I have points on my license.
I have more than any of us deserve.
Lower lower lows.
I have dreams and more sunrises
More bad choices and brush it off.
Get better.
