i love surprises but im not spontaneous.
these toes are small and the nails
that belong are almost without paint.
and these legs standing beneath these
unwashed, overworn black pants,
are unshaved and pale.
these muscles are not as strong as they once were
and this heart is fluttering, questioning,
beating with fear, excitment, frustration,
contentment, unsettling, sadness.
and i cant control it.
but today it is smiling...
