Sitting
Waiting for life to chuck a bowling ball in my stomach.

Sitting
Upside down in a chair
The world staring in my soul,
me not caring—
they can’t own me.

Sitting
Perching, prowling like a bird.
Taking in my spirit animal.

Sitting
Alone in a corner
off on the ground
because why not?

Sitting
Backwards,
sideways,
curled up as a ball—
mimicking my dog.

As I sit, people judge,
but sitting is my expression;
the expression where no one else can make me feel uncomfortable.

When I sit,
the world is mine.