Awkward, and almost always the idiot
Savant, mutant, retard, I
Travel my own effervescent weather,
In my underwater
Vessel, my sweet
Mars, and soundless
Clumsy, and guileless, mind-
Blind, and full of everclear
I won beneath the bed.
Fight as
A landowner warding off
Leagues of feral thieves,
In grade school,
Listening to the same Nsync song in my bedroom, over
And over for hours, days,
For years.
But the one: silent, and sitting
In my head. Running laps around
The house for five, ten, fifteen
Miles, counting
Until I am nothing
But a body.
Burn the body down
And, with it
Blue light of the mind.
I was pretty back then.
Maybe, way back then,
Before I began.
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