Gravity

I am the remnants of a lion’s mane 
Inked on my wrist
A reminder of my fierce origins in the stars.
I am the pain of a needle 
Sending life through that same wrist
Turning me into something new
Rebuilding the broken parts.
I am crazy waving from the podium
While they’re all standing serene
I am an unseen hero wannabe
Competing for the narrative of my story.
I am a glass half full person
With enough ice cubes to give you brain freeze.
I am my T-shirt with the heart sprouting flowers from arteries.
I am blue moon special
I am sentences slipping off my tongue at the wrong angle
Sharp pieces of language
Like unwanted gifts.
I am ballet shoes on bare feet
I’ll always say yes
Because I’m afraid you’ll say no.
Words live in my head
Because I don’t know which ones to let loose
(I lost my timetable months ago).
I am quiet until I know you well enough 
To know you won’t yell at me when I’m loud
And then I write my words on every wall of your consciousness
And I can never find the white-out.
Songs get caked under my fingernails like dirt
And numbers like having tap dance class in my brain.
But most times my worries use the space for salsa
And they’ll never teach me how to join in.
I’m sorry I killed two bees when I was Looking at the sky instead of the earth 
They gave me swollen feet as a reminder of the lives I squashed under my soles.
I think there’s a bird with clipped wings
Where my heart should be
Because sometimes I want to fly
But I’m attached 
To the Earth.