If my legs & feet could speak
by Daria Halprin
I want to kick you awake
I want to kick you in the ass
I want to kick you out.
Stomp, I've had enough pretending.
I hate crawling to the family table.
I want to kick you all out.
I hate crawling in my loneliness, on my victim knees, with my alienated calves.
I hate crawling.
I want to kick the shit out of you, what a kick that would be.
I have tiptoed around so many times and in so many ways
and other times kicked up a ton of dust!
I want to stomp a few words into the ground
Maybe something new will grow.
The waltz & glide is such a relief
A return to myself,
A squat down into my own chair
A squat down into my pelvis, where I can feel my own life's blood
And hold my heart in my lap.