lullaby

Good night shoes,
you’ve taken me as far as my ambition,
heels bleeding and laces wild and muddy,
I’m taking a break.
Goodbye voice,
you’ve ran too far today,
There is no retracting your steps,
I’ve interrupted you with hurdles of hoarse frustration
and hiccups of repressed sobs,
You’ve done beautifully-
but it’s time.
Good riddance hands,
you’re freckly and I hate you,
you grasp nothing and you permit everything important to
slither between your stubby fingers
(p.s. fingers, I hate you too).
Good-luck legs lifting the shell of what
used to be loftily above you,
slumped and mute to your choreographic
demands.
Good for you, eyes, blind to the destruction,
ignorant but not blissful-
forced to see ahead to what the rest will never reach.