Stabile (of Mobile/Stabile)

and in the 12th my teacher grade tenderly grabbed my wrist and said what is this and I said me But that was the wrong answer he wanted me to say my —-wrist he wanted me to say my MINE He wanted me to take ownership of my body he wanted to acknowledge Or He wanted me to acknowledge that I was An inside of a body And Not a body He wanted Me to think what I just “mistakenly” called “me” was just a vessel To hold “me” That is it was lent to me and would return from whence it came that I was barely or merely or some other kind of “erely” visiting and that me and mine were different when it came to body Such a kindness and autono-motive restoration to remind a person that they are More That they are not their looks or their actions Or even potential ambulation I know what he offered me was a kindness I declined I said no in my own way If you’re wondering What I said was “you are what you eat” I still don’t know what I meant If I meant and I’ll ozymandius myself If I claim to be more than this I am crumbling, but I will stand tall on these broken feet As soon as I can fix my posture

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