work out the right way to go
when we get lost;
picture a million different universes
in my head;
comfort my sister
when she cries in the night;
put a thousand comic books
in the correct order;
make everyone laugh;
help dad with the cooking;
make a story last for hours;
hit the crossbar
from the edge of the box;
outwit opponents
with my agility…
so why
do they call me
Low Ability?
