Red wine and Lauryn Hill in the bathtub
Because I need to chill -
triggered myself today by leaping
in on my fears, my breath was stolen and
I felt hot on the field before we ran.
It wasn't really fun,
but something still made me feel like I needed to stay.
A strange magnetism for things
That injure us with quiet steadiness.
Is this the fate of a woman
Breathless to prove herself?