There was a skate swap at the school.
Used skates were spread out on tables
‘Girl skates’ were on one side,
‘boy skates’ on the other.
I wanted to try on the boy skates
they made more sense
they didn’t have picks
they didn’t flop over.
But the unspoken rule
was present in that room
and so I moved along to the ‘right’ table.
As I hobbled around the bumpy ice
In my new, limp skates,
I watched the effortless ones,
gliding backwards and forwards.
I never did get the hang of skating.
My parents blamed weak ankles.
I liked to blame the girl skates.
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