Laughs and Lobotomies

In elementary school they told me I had no rhythm.

So though I wanted to play the drums – they tried to teach me flute instead.

I was shit. 

But I felt the beat as my heart matched every breath.

I felt the rhythm as I glided through the water.

Blood rushing.

The beat was there.  It was always there.

I chased it as I was allowed to.