Monday, November 4, 2013



I look down at my legs a lot,
as if they aren't mine.
Tucked toes and bruise.
Hands, too.
Motor skill suspects--
stride of needle and thread,
cave drawing palms--sometimes
I side-eye my own limbs.
it slips my mind--
how much I can touch,
how far I could run.

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