She said that the way I walked was funny.
I asked why, so she demonstrated.
She swung her shoulders and arms forward,
both following the foot on that side.
She looked like Frankenstein’s monster,
only she hunched over slightly,
a Frankenstein’s monster with poor posture.
Then she said no, that was wrong, so she tried it again.
It was exactly the same, but she added a bounce on her foot with each step.
Now she looked like the monster trying to dance but not knowing how.
She asked me didn’t I think that was funny.
I told her I thought it was hilarious.
Every once in a while, I’ll catch my reflection in a store window as I pass by,
almost forget how to walk in the confusion of that momentary memory.
Lanning Lee 