A letter to my tics
As the day progresses,
Sounds ominous, I know: I’m trying to see you as a pet. A creature I never asked for, but was given to.
And like a Christmas present from a distant Aunt,
I’ve sympathetically adopted you into my body. You live in me now.
the quick spasm of brain to mind to blood vessels to nerves, a jerk, a shock, an electrocution-
it’s almost like a dance.
Well, if you consider a dance like one of a Caucasian dad attempt of sorts but fast forwarded way too quickly, so fast but so adamant it’s hard to miss.
and I laugh in embarrassment, because I don’t want to love you.
I don’t want to glorify you,
Or keep you,
Or protect you.
But when you bark inside of me I cannot help but react.
So, I will let you stay in my home of a body until you pass away.
And you will come and go,
I will grow.
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