Royal blue and yellow,
an official unicorn seal.
My devastated heart, jello
Unfortunately how I feel.
Wellesley girls offer kisses;
a scream tunnel carnival.
My qualifying time misses,
each increasingly more sorrowful.
Heartbreak Hill for them,
Bitter jealousy for me.
Boston Strong for them,
Fragile feelings for me.
Marathon Monday for them,
Miserable Monday for me.
It’s right on Hereford,
and left on Boylson.
Runners thank the Lord,
the most iconic run.
New England rolling hills
parlay the Citgo sign,
Friendswood, Texas loser feels
offer no finish line.
Wallowing in self-pity,
Going about my day.
Knowing I’m being shitty,
Discerning no other way.
It’s time to celebrate,
for goodness sake.
It wasn’t my fate,
so cheer I fake.
Lonestar Run Girl 