this was probably not my best
i cradle the icepack
in the curve of my elbow,
tender skin gone
angry red and cringe-worthy purple
i realize i should view this as a regret.
but goddamnit, all i can remember is the
near-silent release of the bowstring
and i mean, honestly.
it was two days where i forgot to wear an armguard
and had some problems remembering how to
pull my elbow in so i didn't hyperextend it
and hit the skin with my bowstring
obviously, that didn't work.
yes, it hurt like a b-tch,
but i think it was worth it -
there's nothing quite like the
breath, draw, pause, release, sigh.
my draw weight's 18 pounds,
heavy but goddamn i can handle it
relax your shoulders,
pull your elbow in,
hook your fingers in properly,
nock your arrow,
all of a sudden, your bowstring's
twinging back into place
and your arm is lowering,
fingers sliding to rest beneath your ear,
and i am at peace.
there's nothing that can compare
to the satisfying sound of an arrow
burying itself in the target -
a mix between thud and thwack
and i would not give
this addiction up for the world