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Rock Climbing

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Bruised knees purple like my nail varnish,

chipped and jagged like the fingers of mountains

carressing the clouds,

callouses where I grip at the rock face like it's your hand.

I hold myself up on you but my wrists ache and my arms spasm and I fall.

You are not my safety mat.

Not basecamp but heady heights.

I climb and retreat. You are unmoved.

There is no give when I crash into you.

No mitigating yourself for my presence.

I cannot live my life where you are.

The air too thin, the sights so dizzy, the light bright enough to make my eyes blink

and I have to look away.

No space for mortals in these craggy halls open under the sky.

Just the risk of exposure. No tent,

No shelter here.

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AKB 2020

Rock Climbing

/

Bruised knees purple like my nail varnish,

chipped and jagged like the fingers of mountains

carressing the clouds,

callouses where I grip at the rock face like it's your hand.

I hold myself up on you but my wrists ache and my arms spasm and I fall.

You are not my safety mat.

Not basecamp but heady heights.

I climb and retreat. You are unmoved.

There is no give when I crash into you.

No mitigating yourself for my presence.

I cannot live my life where you are.

The air too thin, the sights so dizzy, the light bright enough to make my eyes blink

and I have to look away.

No space for mortals in these craggy halls open under the sky.

Just the risk of exposure. No tent,

No shelter here.

/

AKB 2020