I had about three hours before I was supposed to leave. No matter. I wanted to see how this would look. Would I recognize myself? Would they even want me back?
Black and red. Tight against my skin. Hands on hips.
I look stronger already.
I walked back in and it was like I had never left. The same lovable crew. The same spasticity. I restrain myself from getting too ahead of myself, but whatever I do, I feel strong. It's been seven months and three days and I haven't felt so good in all of this time.
I don't ever want to feel
like I did that day
Take me to the place I love
Take me all the way
The part of me that was memory and imagination this whole time -- she is back.
My whole body is sore today, and I love it. I've already been coerced into covering people's classes.
I'm finally alive again.
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