September 17
HATCHLING
When the shell gets too tight it’s time to hatch. I can’t tell you it’s safe out there, just
that it’s time to go. The leaving is not
easy. Exodus fulfilled by the use of one
small tooth. This experience may or may
not prepare you for the rest of your life, so much still depends on
predestination and your attitude. I mean
are you a chicken or a hawk? A peacock
or dove? Or is there something of which
I am unaware? Did someone sit on your
nest or was it covered in sand? Are you
turtle, lizard or snake? See, so much is
out of your hands, but still your actions are your choice.
Touch your books
and pet them.
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Ovoid
I can pretend at this normal life for a period of time
then the plaster starts to crack on this white picket fence
and it’s all down hill from there.
I am better than I was;
I am happier and more well adjusted,
yet I am still far from fitting with the standard fittings,
I am an off size, my threads run counter to the average
fixture,
I spent too much time on the rack
to resemble anything from off the rack.
It’s not that I am so special;
it is just that I am Special Ed.
Performance anxiety and paranoia regularly take me out of
round
though even with these kept at bay I am not your normal
nut.
I assure you that you can dress me up and take me out,
just don’t try to take me home.
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane
and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault
