“Could you rephrase that?”

Tell me to write,

and not one word will fill the lines.

Hand me a pen,

show me the world,

and my hand will shake.

Ask me my story,

what makes me tick

what rhythm sways me from side to side,

what stands out in from the pages,

what leaves me short of breathe

and smiling uncontrollably,

and you’ll have to remind me

to sleep.