i.

bodies matter.
the shape, the movement, the dance.
you made it so obvious,
february son.
your beauty seen
in a soul that shoots right out of the screen.
changed everything,
a change of pace
changed me,
a change of face.
caught all in a glory moment.
golden.
gone.


ii.

you said:
I can't leave him.
I can't go to America.
I didn't win.
I never will again.
I can't beat him.
I don't have the body.
I'll never be thin enough.
I'm not trying hard enough.
I'll never get over this.
I won't win the Olympics.
I can't skate clean.

you say:
I can't do anything else.


iii.

raise up your wings.
the wind will catch them
and push you.
let go, coast, fly.
if I could
I'd carry you.


iv.

something's already been left
by you.
lain, woven
created, carved.
in ice.
there are no consequences.
legacy never suffers.
paths don't go backwards.
settle into the niche you've made
with a cup of coffee and a lot of style.
sense its size, 
its edges and sides.
feel it filled
with you.
after you've made yourself,
nothing comes undone.
confidence may flake
but in the end
it stands out:
a story.
strength.