This sticky wax I put in my hair smells like
Alcohol and your grandma's perfume as it
Drips down and mixes with beads of sweat.
I'm so fucking sick of running in place.
A sharp pain seems to split things open
From my ankle to knee because everyone
Forgot to tell me what shoes I should wear.
I always lose the bet on a one horse race.
That's why I always liked ice skates, because
They make me feel taller and thinner and somehow
I felt more stable on two thin blades of steel.
And even though it could get unbearably cold,
It was the only time I didn't fall flat on my face.
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