I shift gears. I run past
mirrors fast. I just go.
the
I get up every morning
and I rise to my feet.
It is new to you – something strange.
I’ve never been normal in this life. I’ve been creating my own light.
There are rules of the road.
Down the street,
not one house is the same.
I freeze in time and think: please. Please let me catch all your leaves.
