Some of us are only built for uphill walking

The connective tissue between my tarsals aches

My metatarsals upon my metatarsals

Complain when the direction

Of my feet go down

And so I must ever try

To go up from here on out

And not look back and not look down

For fear of fear of heights

But if I repeat a thing or two

Or find an even lap and make it twice

Let that be homage to my homage

And penance for my vice

And penance for my vice

-jenn