I fell apart on the subway this week.
It was a dreadful scene, really.
Parts of me went everywhere,
Scattering around the subway car,
Rolling across people’s feet,
Bouncing around on that icky floor.
One of my arms landed
In a sweet old lady’s shopping bag,
Right next to a loaf of french bread.
She didn’t even notice.
I was so embarrassed, my cheeks turned red,
But she didn’t see because
My head had already split off,
Rolled to the back of the car,
Bumping into shoes and ankles,
Bruising my nose, my cheeks,
But I wasn’t able to shout,
Because my lungs weren’t connected,
So I can’t blame those people for kicking me.
They didn’t know any better.
This isn’t the first time this has happened.
Every once in a while,
I start to feel all bottled up inside,
And I know it’s about to happen again.
I’m going to fall to pieces,
Little bits of me here and there, disassembled.
There will be tears, of course,
But crying won’t make a bit of difference.
The doctors haven’t come up
With a name for it yet, but they will.
I don’t think they truly understand it yet.
Maybe one day, a doctor will go to pieces
In the grocery store,
Or while he’s talking to a patient,
And then he’ll take the time to give
This horrible condition a name,
Solve the mystery for the rest of us.
Maybe it goes back to Ancient Greece,
Or the Egyptians. Maybe somewhere,
In a hieroglyph carved in stone,
There’s a picture of a person,
Man or woman, it can happen to anyone,
With their limbs scattered all about,
Sadness in their eyes,
A look on their face that says,
“Help me. I’m lonely and lost
And I need someone to take notice.
I need someone to put me back together.”
Who knows? Maybe one day
This will happen to you.
If it does, the key is, don’t panic.
It will pass, with time.
The human body is a remarkable thing,
Capable of all sorts of miracles,
And over time the limbs naturally
Attract one another, draw closer,
And reconnect. It takes a while,
But eventually you’ll go back to normal,
Like nothing ever happened, almost,
No scars, if you’re among the lucky ones.
Your friends and family won’t understand,
And they’ll forget all about it in time,
But you’ll never forget.
It will always be in the back of your mind.
No matter what happens,
Or how much you tell yourself it’s all better,
From then on,
You’ll always remember
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