Read coach Emily Huang’s syllabic poem, entitled, “Putting on my figure skates” written for a creative writing class at Carleton College:
Putting on my figure skates
I stroked the blade width-wise,
splitting my finger and drawing blood only when freshly sharpened.
The thin edges of my shoelaces crisscrossed up my white boot.
I started from the top
crossover, working my way down, by loosening each loop.
Index fingers mechanically collecting the wings
each swizzled outward by
middle fingers pulling them loose. I seized the tip of the
padded tongue, pulled it toward me, flipped it outward to layback
against the bridge of streamers.
I slid my nude stocking-covered pointed toes into the
abyss for bloody blisters and sore toes – keeping secure
swollen, twisted ankles.
I grabbed the butterflied lasso nearest to the toe pick
and tightened upwards, fitting the tongue to my calcified
foot’s navicular bone.
My fingers spun the laces, circling them around the
joints, creating new creases – sections of white, tips of red.
I tugged spread eagle in
opposite directions, fists grabbing any loose string, red
tips pulsating the heartbeat of my blood, swelling vessels.
I spiraled the laces
over my boot by crossing arms, letting go, uncrossing
arms, and quickly capturing the falling strands to tighten
them around metal hooks.
This procedurally done three times on three copper hooks,
finishing up the routine with a simple bowknot like
regular tennis shoes.