ME TURN.

The crisscross of road fork,
The switch back and forth,
The scrape of blade carving
Toward an ice hut.
The old shapeless options,
The new shameful choice,
The tale of one tucked between
Two legs opposed.
The right or the right to be left,
The forwards that always invert,
The first love that makes less of
Those feelings before or after;
That truck driver’s daughter.
The vault and the vaulted,
The hunt of the haunted,
The early search halted,
The circle hurdled,
The fall stalled,
The last foot
Tripped up,
Then on.