The Eulogy of a Skateboard

I’ve grown used to the taste of pavement. Immune to the times you’ve thrown me down.

My complexion is full of imperfections and with each new mark I pray that I don’t snap-

Break anymore because then you’ll have no reason not to throw me out.

I kiss your feet each day because you are the God that walks among me.

You kick and push your way through the week and I am solely along for the ride.