A Skip

What a skip!—

The universe blesses me kindly again,

I think, as I fall out of my chair (again)

To recover a pen that’s now drying out just to

Spite me, a little wicked curve leering at my tangled limbs.

Like the time I re-posted a picture six times just

Because each time I forgot a location marker,

Caption, or a friend;

Or it could be like the time I tripped over my flag

At a marching band competition (again) because

I taped the wrong side of the lamé and silk while

Trying and failing to point my toes;

Or maybe it was like when I made jokes

Snorting all the way through, like a congested stoner pig (again)

And no one else appreciated them the way I did

(Maybe for their sake, those were smart choices).

What a thrill!—

A skip, a beat in the timeline

I think, as I,

The impossible child with the tiny size and

Heart problems of a overgrown diabetic,

Find enough spare life in the sofa cushions and bedroom—

Or maybe at the back of the lavender closet,

Or at the front of the classroom while panicking for forgotten 2018 election debate points—

Just enough life to get through the life

I find so endearingly frustrating

And so painfully vivacious