He would walk eleven paces

Do a twirl and touch the ground

When he was ten

Or he felt bad things would happen.

 

He could not step on the cracks

Of the pavement so

He leaped from gap to gap

Followed by the erratic

Clicking of his fingers.

 

The people on the street

Would see him

Twirling, clicking, leaping,

Bending down to the ground

Again and again

 

And they would yell

"Look its that weirdo

Hey coady give us a spin"

But coady never answered.

 

And years later, after lustral and ritalin

All the symptons receded

To inhabit his skull instead

Forever.