Unbound Future

Curls burn

leaving risks in my footsteps.

Three cheers for my unpolished stance –

I’ve gone mudding in my ancestor’s field.

It’s a dusty outward existence –

no cable

no wings

no choice.

My curls hit the earth

on crumpled daily news.

They blanket my reach with fear of public failure.

Dip a toe in the salty future

because tardy acts trail in brake lights.

Smile

with eyes that hydrate

and nervous giggles that collect in the drain.