I’m sitting in this car burning eyes tracking The skinny girls with their shiny legs and shinier smiles I stare with eyebrows messier than the blood pooling beneath the skin of my knees purple, yellow, green hanging onto their conversations by the skin of my teeth They let me in a door cracked open Just far enough that my form misshapen and awkward can get through They let me talk; Trotting a zoo animal around a room and i’ll trot i’ll trot for them So long as they keep on ignoring the knobby mess of my hands and the wrongness of my smile But we’ll both know it somewhere They’ll know it in the cadence of my speech and i’ll know it in the perfect red hearts Still beating in their chests.