My Skateboard

The trucks are as long and strong
As if they were
A high quality skyscraper foundation.
My grip tape filled in sweat but
As rough as a cat’s tongue.
The bolts are as tight as 20
Gordian knots, and the bearings
Are still hot from all that speed.
And the wheels smell like
Burning rubber from all the roasting
Skid marks.
My deck still smells like the
Pine tree it came from,
I can still feel its icy soul.