Sensory Inventory

Sensory inventory


Heels pinch me

Earrings pull me down

Skirts twist me 

Clasps leave marks


I practice the walk

Work mirror and brush

Even if it comes off

The work has been done


I was made for something else

what it is I can't tell 

At times I've felt 

I could do anything I wanted


You use words casually

They slip from your mouth

As easily as you find yourself

With me feeling lost


You leave your clothes

In a pile on the floor

Naked you reveal nothing

Eyes follow smoke


Not wanting to do anything 

Leaves me restless at best

The refrain's constant 

What to do now

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