I am a body full of wires, strung in errant Christmas rows 
and the subtle energies of the matter run the circuit open. 
There’s something more to this, like learning to let it go. 
Like shaking my limbs electric in ode to forces I don’t know. 
There’s something more to this and my heart just overflows, 
always full submission to voices of my own. 
I am a body full of wires, criss-cross overgrown. 
I am stumbling disposition, and happiness is a few seconds I’ve never been comfortable in.