She’s been thinking about
things that don’t need thinking.
This gives her the sensation
that the rink sinks inches
every time she launches a leap.
A ghost wince pinches her skate.
The klutz who learned the triple
Lutz—a great deflation—smack!
Cold reminder of the bindings
in her locker. Her back iced,
she bounces up, glissades her body.
Her choice. Noise of the sigh
at the lost points. The crowd’s
high fallen to sea level.
To be or not to be
mother or medalist.
Shake the thought, find mo-mentum, ignore the devil.