"Naked Mile"
We cracked out of our clothes, left our shells behind;
someone high fived my scapula with blue
and I labeled Chris’s spine with his name.
Armored in paint and the pack mentality and
not much else,
I was surprised to realize that
without fashion to segment us,
without being split into distinct articles of clothing,
I saw everyone as whole,
and when it came time to run
it was something my whole body was doing.
It felt like being new,
before you know what bravery is,
before such a word
becomes necessary.
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