She walked into the wall
with a clumsy grace
only accomplished through
careful genetics and
oblivious action,
finally recovering her stance
jamming her finger
slowly into the door.
Steadily feeling the pain,
slowly reacting,
quickly ducking-
to avoid the free
swinging cabinet door.
Words slipping
as she loses her footing
the wrong thing-
she always says
crashing down-
the wrong way.
She learned to fall
the right way
but then thought that was silly
what could possibly be right
about falling?
so she quickly forgot
the "right way to fall"
and fell again,
alas, to land
fiercely on the couch
giving up for the day.
Too many broken glasses
and shattered dishes
to count
all in a day.
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