Chinese Jump Rope
By Sarah Benoit
The stretch of the neon pink and green cords
always played magic with my feet.
The faded grey asphalt speckled with pale white, brown and yellow stones,
A cake for my daily celebrations
In out
Side by side
On it
In it
Out it.
A mantra for my days to come
Even in my 46th year the steps ingrained,
Replayed when ebony shades are drawn down tight.
The midnight checking brought sweat to my skin
I could feel my crimson heart pulsate and palpitate
Through my purple little pony pajamas.
No one knew
If I didn’t check, nothing would ever feel right.
In out
Side by side
On it
In it
Out it.
Awake and running again to the pink and green neon cords
Held tightly and securely between my baby blue jellies ,
Feeling the sun on my skin,
Knowing each jump, an open playground,
A place where colors swirl and mix.
In out
Side by side
On it
In it
Out it.
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