Genealogy
This is the tree I hung from
upside down, my legs, a hook--
which was second hand--
for my body, which was also
second hand. My father loved
to tell me about the marathon
he ran & how he stopped
ten minutes from the end
for a cigarette break. This is how
I fell in love for the first time
with my body. The first time
I ran a mile, I didn't wonder
at my legs split below me
like that, how I hovered like that,
something borrowed & pinned up
on the original sky.
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