don’t look back
Keep running even if cold
cuts your lungs,
if wind dries you out
and sand crusts your hair.
Goner. Do your best is gone.
Of course you fucking do your best.
Of course you fucking run.
The advice here is don’t stop when your
legs burn and your feet bleed
or when your ass might cramp off you
or your sides feel shark-bitten.
You know what is back there will kill you
but are you certain about the running are you
certain. about the running?
Even if neither way to go is your fault,
rest assured (and yes, you’ll get to rest again)
that your living
your living will be your win.