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Reality is driving me crazy.
My body is so vertical.
Why can’t I twist my ankle?
And… sit.
These flaps of skin on my head.
I can’t use them if I march around
Like a sanewoman.
Because then I would have to think about my feet.
Worse, I can’t even see my feet when I walk.
They kick open doors, and I walk like my aunt.
Lay me down and make something symmetric four ways.