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Published 5 years ago
It suddenly occurred to me
I’m feeling a cliché
What else can possibly explain
Perceiving things this way?

My arms are arms, and end in hands
Not wings of gossamer
I walk on ground and do not float
Like lepidoptera

My heart, it beats
I hear it thump
But seems to me it sings
Surely that’s a neighbor’s music
Carried on the wind?

The tingles on my body
Could the cause be that
I’ve wandered now distractedly 
Into a swarm of gnats?

A grin that does not leave my face
I’m thinking that it might
Have been induced because I pulled
My ponytail too tight.

Some might say, these aren’t clichés
But universal truths
That make us feel great happiness
And walk around like goofs.

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