It doesn't really bother me That I can't knit or sew really well ― The hems come undone. Or trill my Rs in Spanish. My legs aren't so great and I don't run real fast. I can't grow my fingernails out ― I'm much too nervous. In all these things I have fault. But. I can laugh aloud Feel sunshine on my face and hair. Think free thoughts Be a mystery And write cheezy poems. (Obviously.)