Kids keep growing long after they’ve reached the end
of their pants. Kinetic growing. The cuff succumbs: around the heel, over the
ankle and up the calf. But perhaps kids’
pants were supposed to slither a life from below the heel to above the
malleoli. Then! they end. Then! the kid grows.
I can’t grow and that is why I never finish anything. Maybe I already grew. My pant bottoms stopped inching upward. In fact, they stopped millimetering. Stuck.
A heavy mind thinks about finishing.
I’m out of practice. Static complacency
stiffens me. Need growing oil?
