Force + Curbs

Unable to enjoy a guilty pleasure guilt free.
Controlled uncontrollably by a force moving me forward.
Restore balance, running as you falter on the curbside.

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The curb’s edge slipping
Slippery little curb edge
Gelatin curb edge
When did you become
such a gummy worm
Graspable but somehow
somehow you mold your escape
Between holes inbetween my toes
as I’m trying to find a footing

Slippery
little curb’s edge
What feels solid grounded in
is quite simply
imaginarily held together
You do not firm up against my ankles