Shake, Shake, Shake
I run my hands along the walls, like this, see.
I move around and watch the carpet grab at my feet.
I keep my fingers tied with string, to help me remember this.
I keep looking down when I walk.
I rearrange the apartment with the point of a finger.
I fill the room when I walk in.
I move around in a square, to walk around corner to corner.
I estrange my view with music and sound and noise and crying.
I creep along the edge of the floor and pretend to walk backwards.
I dry my hands on the curtains.
I press my chest against the wall and embrace the drywall.
I change the scenery.
I keep my arms out-stretched and flip flop flip flop flip.
I balance myself like a child.
I follow the four walls.
I move and shake and flutter and fall and crash and lay and sleep.
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