Maintenance
I stare
at the crack
in the ceiling
my music’s too loud
but I like it loud
I like to feel it
coursing through me
like a crashing wave
gets me up the hill
down the plank
through the set
past the stretch
and as I lie in sweat
staring at the crack
in the ceiling
I feel lighter somehow
not pounds lighter
just lighter
it’s my mind, my heart, my soul
that lifts
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