Hyperaware of how my legs move too fast and
the awkward fit of my clothes.
Tapping absentmindedly to reassure myself of permanence,
exhaling in a rush of humpbacked relief.
Yet permanence still drags my bones to ground.
The last few years braided and pinned down my back.
I would cut them off and lose my strength,
but even now am not strong enough to wrench shut the shears.
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