Sometimes

By EMILY OLDAK

I speak and think and want to do do do but then there I am on the couch looking at the TV staring daydreaming a potato. I want to sew up my clothes with holes and put order to my room and know exactly what I'm feeling. I want to read the paper and expand my vocabulary. I don't want to be confused confused confused battling this or that decisive need to make a choice. I can't always be right I'm allowed to fail, right? A little bug deep down pushes on my guts and brings them up to my mouth sewn shut shut shut. I want to speak how I feel what I feel know who I am am I am am I am what am I? I am a girl I think or was I supposed to be a boy hairy scared of being ugly hideous eyes staring on the metro in Paris.

Emily Oldak is a fourth-year dance student.