day eleven : padrão

monday
i cried

i was scared

it was the extreme excitement
about which i wrote you

a side version of what mania is

maybe

tuesday

i danced

danced more

pedaled as fast-as-possible

home

home

and did cartwheel, cartwheel, cartwheel

one-handed

right, left

whips cartwheels and dives

round-offs

and tried to imagine what an aerial would feel like

wednesday

i cried

called you

was able to walk home

thursday

i went to creaven house

and thought of you

as i kicked and turned
constantly shifted weight
protected my face
and danced with wooden sticks

on tuesday,

i also taught my elementary brazilian students the word

pattern