her heart beat
quicker and quicker as the building’s glass windows mirrored her approach.
and she knew that
once she crosses the nora rubber flooring...
...and for that week wed an interceptive paradox to the building’s indisputable purpose,
her mind would, for a while,
render her able to free her body from her delusions, like a realist.
so she hesitated,
listening for a moment longer to hear the scraping
of the metal blades cutting open the surface of water.
and then she entered the ice rink,
where, at the cold’s frosty touch
her senses clicked open like a ballpoint pen,
and her ideas solidified into reality.