Stance

When I was a child I broke

and thought me bent,

but years have proved my yoke,

instead, a splint:

my heart locks at the knees

when it should fall;

conversely, to express

derision, kneels.

Simple enough, were not

my wits as lame:

for when two freaks collide

in a narrow room,

forced to embrace, they vie

or couple, til

their least obliquity

is mutual.