electric
about her. perhaps,
struck by lightning
in early
childhood.
she seemed to be plugged
in
all day.
vibrating.
even her hair was out
of control.
she talked
without stopping,
without an
organized thought.
her eyes rolled, she was
the life of the party.
at work.
on a bus, a plane,
she made new friends
everywhere.
it was insane.
even while sleeping, her
legs kept
churning.
her mouth a whisper
as she talked
in her sleep.
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