Apr 16, 2009 15:23
Discerning reality has never been one of my strong suits.
I can analyze or
argue
with immense skill and prowess.
I can cook
and program electronics
and I’m great at alphabetizing-
spelling too.
Oh,
and if you need wallpaper removed,
I can do so with an ease and
dexterity,
the likes of which
(I promise) you’ve never seen.
My fingertips have built universes.
My face has ached
(from crying
and laughing alike) and
the skin on my knees have been
ripped and burned
because I’m also inordinately clumsy
and can
never
make up my mind.
And I don’t know what the fuck I feel
or why I do thing things I do.
And now that dreams have begun
bleeding
into my mornings,
it seems only appropriate and apparent and amusing to admit,
discerning reality has never been one of my strong suits.