i remember how ice skating is like this
and now walking is like this skidding and gripping and slipping and cramping all cartoon like and reaching for the wall for relief for safe harbor for gratitude to rest (oh thank god I can stay here forever i don't have to skate anymore i hate this i want off these skates make my feet fall in all funny and what's wrong with me that's not how Lisa's skating, but Lisa has a skating skirt so that must be why, but fuck it, my feet are falling into themselves and I am going to fall and break my head and my ankles and my calves feel like shishkabob and please let me just hang on this wall forever until it's time to go or better yet let's slide skate all the way to the open part and crawl on the wet felt neon blackbluered floor until you realize hey I can take these things off hallelujah!) and i look for the wall on dry land my good leg leading the way, a loyal dog until we reach the counter, the wall, the doorknob... only now the wall gets hot and burn...