Acrobatics
Sometime I think these acrobatics are just making my muscles sore.
Can you touch your head to your heels?
I can.
Can you lay on the floor while standing straight up?
I can.
Can you edit every little thought that flows into your head so it stacks in a nice, neat row?
I can.
Do your feet ever brush the floor when you walk?
Mine don’t.
Do your hands ever linger when you touch this or that?
Mine don’t.
Do your teeth ever click just a little too loudly when you talk so that it rings awfully in ears of others who are sensitive to bobbles like that?
Mine don’t.
Do you always walk straight?
I do.
Do you always stop in time?
I do.
Do you always smile and lean and glance in every right direction, even though you don’t really know what the right direction is?
I do.
Can you brush perfection with your fingertips?
I can’t.
Does you’re smile ever fall a little short of your eyes?
Mine does.
Do you feel like the little motions you always make to seem normal and happy ever really sink under your skin enough to make you normal or happy?
I don’t.
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