Date: 25th of August, 2025

Location: Sydney, Australia

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Poem:

I can’t remember the day I started

or the first time my lungs started screaming

I don’t remember my first blister

or the pressure my palms placed on my knees,

hunched over, demanding more air.

I bounded, shuffled,

sprinted, jogged,

chased, fled, hammered,

and even wept, when the string down the side of my leg

stopped cooperating.

My body became a negotiator,

making deals with the concrete,

and asking for loans,

a debt of heartbeats.I paid tax on carbon,

and became friends with sugar,

all with a blind faith,

because I don’t remember how I started,

I don’t know where I’m going,

and i don’t even fucking know,

who taught me how to run?Anybody?