sense

I cackle beyond your concepts, your boxes

i laugh hysterically after you sort the “are and aren’t”

you don’t know where to put me, what to decide I am

I don’t fit into the map, i make it hard to understand

i’m not simple, I’m not basic

unified opposites

heavenly mess

you don’t even know where to begin

what to fix

and i’m laying on the floor with my legs in the air

asking you why you care

why don’t you just rub some of my dirt on your face

and play with me

i’m laughing, dancing

just on the line of sense and madness

you’re worried, “what if she slips!?”

what if life isn’t about this

what if I don’t need to be fixed

or made sense

of.