Doctor put your hands
on me.
Tell me all the things
that make me abnormal.
Make me different. Whisper
them.
Make my heart beat
faster.
Say what will happen
if I don’t let you touch me,
cut me
if I abandon this stumbling,
shaking body,
find wheels
in search of my mind, of
ideas.
Tell me how my legs
will bend
and bend
and bend
until I curl about you
Tell me how growing old
will cripple me.
Tell me just what kind
of cripple I will be.
I will tell you of my
racing mind, filled with energy
that can propel this
body up mountain.
I tell you just
haven’t seen me move filled with desire
and wanting
I will tell you the
story of my body,
Its movements and
emotions intertwine.
How I wear my feelings
on the surface
of this skin, in every
muscle.
You say to relax.
You say you look anxious
I say I am full
of feeling, full to
the brim.
I move and watch
emotions over-flow
running down my legs in
big tremors.
I will teach you how
to read my body,
to know its twists,
its bends, its shakes
I will turn your white-walled
box of knowledge
upside down and inside
out
I will tell you of
things which cannot be found your textbooks
things which must be lived
to be known
so don your white coat
and come closer,
put those gloves on
with a snap.
oh doctor put your
hands on me.
and I’ll show you just
how abnormal I can be
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