I can’t swing a golf club
without thinking about how long my arms are.
I feel like cooked spaghetti caught in a hurricane.
I don’t own coats because my wrists
make me look like someone
who doesn’t know how to buy a coat.
When I go swimming I worry my floppy bones
will make people think I am drowning
and they will come to save me
and someone who is actually drowning will die.
So I don’t go swimming.
© Carl Burkitt 2020