catch yr lip on yr own teeth by mistake, and again. forget how to walk through a roomful of sporadic strangers. i try to glue the soles back onto my shoes but they are ornery like you wouldn't believe.
(if i were wolverine, with metal running alongside my bones, i'd have cleats implanted onto the pads of my feet to click in and out as i please. oh yeah.)
these days i feel strong and fast and you keep talking 'bout my legs, which is mostly what i need to feel powerful, but i'm worried that i'll take a job indoors and start feeling sleepy and slow again. portland has such a small, hilly downtown. how do they even have room to stretch their legs?
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