Sensory Inventory

Sensory inventory

Heels pinch me
Earrings pull me down
Skirts twist me
Clasps leave marks

I practice the walk
Work mirror and brush
Even if it comes off
The work has been done

I was made for something else
what it is I can't tell
At times I've felt
I could do anything I wanted

You use words casually
They slip from your mouth
As easily as you find yourself
With me feeling lost

You leave your clothes
In a pile on the floor
Naked you reveal nothing
Eyes follow smoke

Not wanting to do anything
Leaves me restless at best
The refrain's constant
"What to do now"