By Mike O’Connell 

reached up, grabbed the shadow
of her rightest leg,
gave it a little twist,
and affected the corresponding
organic leg as it was tripping over
air, hiding in her path,
cleverly disguised as
harmless foam.
she feels she should stay
as close to the needle
as possible, for she is
the mother ship,
ever waiting for her,
no matter how damaged
her knees may be,
she always knows where she
is going, no matter how many
gremlins lay in wait.