When I was
seven years
old, I tripped
and fell
because I was young
and stupid and the
wheels on my boots moved
faster than the
rest of me.
they called it
“A green light fracture”
I never understood
because green meant
go
and I was trying to
stop
“On a scale of one to ten
how much
does it hurt?”
It was a nine.
Despite six long weeks
spent in a white cast
(they were out of blue)
the bone remained
fragile. And
I spent weeks
relearning and remembering
how to use it.
When I was
seventeen years
old, I tripped
and fell
because I was young
and stupid and my
heart worked
faster than
my head.
The broken bone
hurt less.
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Poetryarrangements of 26 letters that i hope may affect you in some way or another. aka drabbles from my brain. (lowercase intended)
