I sprained my wrist once. Bad. Bent it every which way but backwards. Running. Laughing. Racing down railroad tracks giggling. It hurt. But, it was just as funny in the morning.
I tripped, almost splat, skipping over the river rocks in a disco dress at sunset, racing to meet him in the driveway. Surprise him. And he laughed. Because he knew I was gawky. Clumsy. Accident prone. And he thought it was sexy as hell. Silly love.
I've been careful lately. Watching where I walk. Wearing Converse sneakers without laces. Sitting like a lady. Playing fair. Floating.
Now I'm ready to dance again.....
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