Spiral Staircase

My extension cord is kinky.

It winds around itself, gets tangled up in knots.

What can you do?

Iron them out?

I have kinks too.

The world would be a straighter, sadder place were it not

for kinks.

Our quirks, our oddities, the little handbag we carry around our talents in.

How we’re wired, the way we spin, the bands we listen to.

Kinks.

They’re in me and you.

Those pairs of long thin strands coiled like the banisters of a spiral staircase.

Our DNA.

You don’t want to untangle them.





post courtesy of dykeanddean.com on Pinterest

27 thoughts on “Spiral Staircase

  1. As the Fat Controller told the new little crane engine: “Difference is what makes us special”. It may be a kids’ show but that line has stuck with me and your poem bears it out, right? If we were all the same, the world would be boring as. So good on you for embracing kinks!

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