when i was 8
at my crush's birthday party
i left my body
we were playing soccer
everything was sliding into accord
it was the happiest cristina had felt
i left
to watch myself from above.
i am 28
it is six guys and me
i am wearing an a line magenta skirt
but i can run
as he throws, i follow it's course.
the other two are running too far
they don't know it'll curl
Ian and I
know
r a c e
and
i soar through the air
my fingers touch the plastic
but i am swirling too much
i can't grip it
and my body losing air spins 440 degrees
i know i am falling
and do my best
to ease it with arms and an extra angle
to take off the edge
grass, dirt.
ian has the frisbee.
somehow.
it's ok.
that dive
is the most i've felt alive
since i ran back
to say goodbye to you
one last time
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