Sketch

every time i run around the corner
i find footprints in the concrete where i’ve been
but i keep running     it’s my purpose in life
and the footprints keep following me

somebody offered me myself on a popsicle stick
with a rope around my neck
now i run with myself hanging over my chest
and i’m never lonely

	sit sagging in my armchair     charcoal in my hand
	making marks on a piece of used paper
	until the marks each get up and run away
	walk around the corner     over the footprints
	this is good     it makes the paper empty
	i can sit here     making marks     forever

from Yew Nork (2014)