My shoulder cracks as I lay on my side
and shift to look out the window
at the growing storm.

Our bodies find age at their own pace
and ignore the predictive powers
of media'd averages.

My body aches and enjoys at its own rate
and doesn't care to fall into the
labels built for it.

I fall into repetition as I find the ways
and build means of becoming
at ease with it-

My body does not fit your easy narratives
and as hard as that is for you to
fathom, I

am
living
all
the
same.