I was always tripping into things real and imagined always stumbling rarely catching myself running into walls shattering glass falling into swimming pools mixing up metaphors apologizing for breaking all your stuff constantly stubbing my toes spoiling sitcom finales running my mouth again into walls crashing into bodies during yoga dripping wet from the shower fumbling with your bra strap swaying with the breeze calling your father ‘Dad’ on a trip forgetting my wallet forgetting reservations forgetting to remove sticker prices from presents for things you already have remembering that winter night I danced awkwardly shaking me to pieces.