Thursday 24 April 2008

Don't believe everything you read.


To be still.


With my knees on my elbows and in one of my favourite
outfits—a skirt I bought two of, a black cardigan—
I am at tipping point when I come to the realisation
that it's not about strength but balance. And here, now,
I feel a little silly for the times I've almost toppled,
straining in almost-position in jogging bottoms
and a Pennywise t-shirt for the muscles in my arms
to obey my weight. Weightlessness, like someone said,
occurs firstly in your toes. The only thing that stops me
breaking my nose from tilting forward is knitwear-
friction on the backs of my arms. And I am thankful.

The news is on the telly, the rug is folded up;
my bum is in the air, I can hear someone coming;
I have holes in these purple tights and I am thankful.

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