bite-wanting teeth

i am the bite-wanting teeth,
the ground-wanting soles of my feet, eating up
the concrete, the curves under my feet like a tongue.

i walk so fast the heat doesn't get me-- the sun-baked sidewalk flicks off my toes when i run- and i run, and when i run i cut into the wind like a blade cuts water-- the wind rolls behind me making invisible curls and eddies, licking at the rippling of my blouse, who can hardly keep up

i become a voice, escaping a mouth, traveling the speed of
sound i escape through a window and
i realize in this moment
the freedom and the fear of knowing
there can be no one to stop me but myself.