Olympics

I’m looking at the guy in mirror.

the beard. Small eyes. no jaw.

hair: wrong. voice: wrong. at least. quiet enough.

olympics on tv, small folks fighting.

respect for the foe. hard work to be a patriot.

hard work for four years. to be defeated in 55 seconds.

I’m looking at the guy in mirror.

for 3 seconds. five at most.

I just have to spit it out, like on Columns.

When I knew my fears, new and obvious.

and legit. cause everyone is scared about getting old.

everyone is scared about being alone. changing girl. changing cities.

work. home.

never been scared of feeling.

no fears in love. or loving. of being loved.

risks always taken in life and love.

maybe for too long?

I don’t think so.

do you feel yourself when you cry?

do you fear yourself when you cry?

cause maybe

I said maybe

it’s the only place where I really live.

but no one fears a reflection, right?

no one is scared of the most familiar of smiles.

olympics on tv, small folks fighting.

no runaways.

[there are some rules in getaways]

no runaways.

referees are maybe stoned

there’s a faker right there on the floor

and he’s covering all