Skin from the lip on my tongue now, on the tip of my tongue,

on the verge,

we’ve only been focused on injuries lately.

Instead of being flawless, instead of using the word “and”

instead of just being ourselves.

Weaving our way through, capsizing on the way, by the way.

Only stopping to take a drink when the screen goes blank and all those eyes everywhere watch you try to dance,

You see your breath just as soon as you get up off your hands and knees,

crawling out from under it,

They watch you struggle to reset, struggle to rewind, struggle to really dance and to grow.

when they are all gone,,,

ctrl alt del,

circa,

et al,

etc. etc,