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That Pair of Crutches in the Third Grade

from Legacy Materials by Sankofa

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examining the depth of my navel

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My mission statement, I lift the pen to blister pages
Sophisticated, if I make this then I made it
And since the natives spoke in tongues I’ve worn the shoes
Can I kick it? Absolutely lacing tracks with more to prove
Watch the cats who fell slow in that velcro
The lord amused some form of smorgasbord and Jordan twos
Misfortune’s groom, his cumberbun a crown of thorns
Sucking in his gut to stop the bleed, the sound of war
Hounds that roar, lion teeth inside of mighty jaws
Moments frozen still, forgotten in a life we paused
Time to scratch ourselves out of all those graves we dug
Made me numb, flashing back to ‘81, a hazy sun
The ways we spun as though the axis was within us all
Separate planets orbiting each other until we’d fall
And then we’d rise again dusting off the dirt and such
Riding bikes in the rain and then we’d curse the rust

Riding bikes in the rain and then we’d curse the rust
Was it real? For sure it was
That pair of crutches in the third grade
Popping wheelings, vomiting my meds the worst taste
That pair of crutches in the third grade
Popping wheelies
Vomiting my meds

A cursive thrust, saving moments in a song
Time is money but a minute saved’s a minute gone
Admitted wrongs, committed taunts to memory
Just to employ them later, amidst the throngs of enemies
So long serenity, I fed the monster shreds of me
The court adjourned, now the moms of these jesters weep
No more concerned, I’m done twisting myself around
Making a pretzel just to find a home that’s hell pronounced
I felt my way around the darkness ‘til it’s memorized
Still the packs of rabid wolves keep pulling for this scent of mine
They’ve got the tickets punched with fangs that drop with giblets
A splotch of red and paws a clicking, stop to toss the victim
I’m off and missing, seems I’m there, but I’m off in distance
Often whispers escape with hints of all thoughts I’m switching
A fatal loss, even sharpies fade away
So sign your name across my heart that sharpens ancient blades

So sign your name across my heart that sharpens ancient blades

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from Legacy Materials, released March 25, 2022

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