Proper

I wish I had grace;
that my tongue dripped silver and spun sugar
instead of jagged, cut glass.
I wish my feet fell like autumn leaves on the breeze
and not haphazard horseshoes in a lawn game.
I am cumbersome, burdensome, too much and then some.
I can’t be proper or perfect…
just simply enough.

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