Giving

There are scorpions, but they aren't poisonous, she says in a lilting accent. The mice seem to stay mostly in the closet. 

You dig your heels into the starting blocks, linger for too long, sink too deep into intertia, the days and weeks packing from out under you. But the horizon lingers, it waits for you when you are ready, it isn't going anywhere. 

It isn't going anywhere. 

So you are.