Mental Gymnastics

Stephanie Jackson
Sep 5, 2018 · 1 min read
Photo by Eugene Lim on Unsplash

We engaged in the activity of mental gymnastics
Mounting the low beam with a white-knuckle grip
The resounding thought: but what if I slip?
He looked at me, through a blond wisp.
Locks falling perfectly, like I have for prose
Vulnerably, I open a door that was closed
Padlocked opinions swelling within
Patience runs wild, as opposed to thin
Inverting his stance: his favorite rendition
Spatting with ease, a juxtaposition
He’s deliberately whimsical;
Both…

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