Heavy

I am heavy today Heavy like feet in hot tarmac Heavy like dead end job Like slashed tires in the dark And I try to keep your pace Try to match my steps to yours You do not understand why I am out of breath. You think that I wear the girls You have loved Like feathers in my skin I have a head start I am beautiful because they were ugly I am sane because they were crazy I am fast because they were slow I am loved because they were not. I carry them like cannon balls Like cannon ball dot dot dots Did you ever find what was at the end of your ellipsis? Or am I minimized to another dot? When you return mirrors and hair brushes I have left In your home I know you are moving on And when I leave you photographs and Love letters I know they are slowly filling up the cardboard box Under your bed Where you keep the other women I am heavy today Because I am ready to stop. You are not Because you still have so far to go.