I’m not sure why I find no mental blocks
when I survey inside. For I can spy
some body shame, but nothing recall locks.
I’m not sure why.

Somatic mishaps seemed outside of my
control, and as for teenage peerage mocks,
they ricocheted and never made me sigh

except with pity, watching someone box
herself. I recollect pain if I try,
replay it softly, fondly when it knocks.
I’m not sure why.