Semi-Daily Scribbles

Watch your step in these. They belong to someone else (a girl who dared to dream.) She got noticed in all the right quarters in all the wrong ways. That lark of hers turned into luck, the kind that numbs and nullifies and turns joy into shame overnight. This pair is too tight. You can tell by the blood and sweat. Imagine something you made–praised at first, then ridiculed–and it was the truth you spoke every step of the way. Go ahead. Put them on. You'll either weep or dance. One is the same as the other in the big dirty blur of chance.