shit i’m on the bottom of your shoes aren’t i? you walked all over this great earth like i was dirt beneath the arches of your nikes. your nikes are ugly. the color, the style, the way they make your running just that much more a source of pride and comfortable to you. why don’t you shed the skin for a change? feel your naked feet against the grain of the cracking sidewalk. the potholes in the road— why not feel them for a change? afraid of being out of breath? i want breathlessness at your expense, at my expense, for anything the whole wide world. i’d run a million marathons just to stay beside you, just to say i did it with you. you who walk all over this great earth and me. i can’t stand you and you stand despite me. god, you’re ugly and i love you. and you love your ugly self. take off your shoes and be a weaker you— that’s the right race, join the rat race. get to know yourself as grimy like i have— because of you i know how dirty i can be, and think and feel, and i’ve never felt better, i know now, i can never get worse. you’ve brought me my lowest and i pray to God i drag you down with me. let go of your sense of supernatural self-worth for a moment and imagine, you’re just a man. bare, plain— you’d still be bright. take away everything, you still have something to shine. isn’t that nice? at your lowest you’re still high. i can show you that if you’ll just stop acting so immoveable. remove your ego and see through your eyes. there are canyons all around us. you know what they’re made of? dirt. just like me, like you. i don’t mind being the dirt beneath your shoes if you know that’s what you are too. dirt beneath the feet of a bigger man, under whom you stand. i don’t mind being what i am. poor you, poor you.
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