It's time for me to get off these stilts, paralyzed in
trying to balance perfection, I haven't moved yet an inch, captivated in the
shivered steps, I haven't budged much, I said a curse word today, am I doomed,
I wiggled a bit on my stilts, I walked so silently into work, well my heels
were clicking, I didn't want to be seen though, that's the introvert on stilts,
who am I kidding, they can see me up here, but if I don't say a word am I
cursed, I can't be, I said I cursed, is it safe to let loose up here, do they
think I have my nose in the air, what's it to me what they think of me, I could
appear tall with wisdom, or class clown who's to say, I know I just took a step
on my stilt, I almost fell, I said another curse word, am I doomed, maybe
cursed, is it possible to run from up here, I've seen giraffes take off full
force, my neck isn't long though so I can't do that, but I'm going to because I
don't want to, but only once I stand here for a moment, damn it, I'm doing that
perfection thing again, I cursed, no I didn't I truly meant damn it, I was
talking to the beavers, instructing them to damn it, that river of fear between
here and there, I don't talk to beavers, but I might as well, I giggle at
falling leaves and have a close relationship with the moon, I wonder if I can
touch the moon from here, I'm tall but that's a huge stretch, I know, I'm not
that gifted or perfect to stretch like that, but I will reach any way, if I
tell you that was a hard shift, will you think I cursed and said this ________
is too hard, why do I keep using these curse words, doomed again, I guess I
sinned, perfection is out the door now, this life thing is so hard, these
stilts are like happiness guards, they keep me up here and test me to fall down
there, all this walking sure did lower me some, I think I'm mid-level dumb, is
that a curse word or just a selfish insult to self, I'm not dumb look at me my
stilts are wearing down, must be all this walking around, life is different
down here, I actually see straps, what I could have took these things off long
ago, whoa is that not in the history of "the things I didn't know",
if I cursed right now I swear it would be out of joy, swear; did I swear is
that unperfected of me, I swear this life is hard judging everything I do to
this degree...
(c) 2011 Ebony Larijani
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