Marathon

She found faith through submission
the destruction of her spine and days
turn the wired spokes down memory lane a bargain:
be careful for what you wish.

She says the evidence of her life,
calluses cracked and bleeding rivulets across her palms;
I could have traced the lines
into an autobiography of self-portraits.

I visited seeing concrete frown.
The sky knew nakedness without eyes.
She doesn’t understand. My shoes were tearing sentences,
like being reminded of a waving checkered flag;

even monuments can be made obsolete.