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I am most myself

when breath rattles my tonsils

and my ankles twist beneath my weight

when I fling into a pool of water

never knowing the depths

and my arms jump forward

to catch the fall

or fly

(I’m not sure I know the difference anymore)

but I know I’ll laugh and cry.

 

 

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