Not aware of the space around me
Where my body fits or goes
My limbs are like marionet pieces
And I’m never a perfect puppeteer
Always surprised when I stub my toe
Wasn’t aware of my foot before that
Or when I bump into another person
Its like my body came out of nowhere
There must be spacial awareness
For those with graceful bodies
but I’m more like an unaware ghost
Suddenly dumped in an earthly form.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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