I place the disability application in a ragged leather folder I found on the ground a year ago. I imagine lighting the papers on fire and burning every carefully placed word about all the things that are wrong with my brain. I spin around words like ability and disability. I don’t like any of them.Continue reading “Tending the Wasteland”
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their hands were full of love
three woman came it was dark amongst the trees and i was tired three woman came glowing light and comfort hands they surrounded me in love and i don’t know if and how and why they only visited for six minutes and i wish i could tell you more but these things are ephemeral andContinue reading “their hands were full of love”
Channels
She left me, I said. I opened my palms into the wind and blew back. I had been tousled about all night. My hair was shaken from me like leaves in a rain storm. I emerged bald and shimmering. A star hooked to an eye. Sky dust all over my arms. My eyes rolling toContinue reading “Channels”
Rest
I stood in the woods and wept. I curled my arms around a slender tree and cried. There was nothing lonely about it. I bent into a crevice and wailed with a whisper. They took everything, I said. I wept for the year that had led me to a cliff and cut the cuffs offContinue reading “Rest”
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