Wednesday, July 13, 2011

i can’t like other people

i can’t like other people



i can’t like other people
be normal

it is something my body
will not let me be

my bones will not
let me be

except the me
my fleshandbones are

like walking barefoot
across pebbles
and pretending
it is ice—

the souls of feet
do not lie
despite the wishes
of a feeble mind

cartwheels and backhandsprings
through a mine field
may seem spectacular

but the explosion is no different
than taking the land
stepbystep carefully carefully

i can’t
i can’t like
i can’t like other people
i can’t like other people be
i can’t like other people be normal

welcome, then, to my gymnastics. . .

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