My hands are small but they’re stretched wide
Like a spider’s net and
They’re trembling like tissue paper
So I don’t notice your stares
No, you can’t know what’s wrong with me
It would take years to explain and honestly
I feel way too old
To compromise.
I could use the word atrophy
But that’s such a vague word
For such an old friend.
For now, why [...]
Today is my birthday, and I consider it a wonderful present that I recently won the Excellent Blog Award from lastcrazyhorn over at Odd One Out.
In the tradition of the award (originally started by Shannon at the Mommy Project), I now must pick ten others to bestow it upon. However, I’m going to bend the [...]
This post is a continuation of the same theme found in my poem, A Piece of Fruit. I wrote it in honor of April being Sexual Assault Awareness month.
I used to think rape was about desire.
I know better now.
I know better now because as a queer crip my body has never been the subject of [...]
Don’t
Push the button, you tell me
I look down at its red surface:
dial-a-nurse
I listen, but I want
to keep pushing - keep pushing! -
Until someone realizes the state we’re in
“Another girl came in, her girlfriend sat beside her -”
says the nurse, talking, - talking -
We are so quiet
I nod but wonder - girl friend or girlfriend?
You look [...]
The assaults.
Assault? What assault?
My brain asks.
It just keeps repeating the word:
Assault assault assault assault assault all the way into the distance.
My throat hurts. My chest hurts.
The gigantic weight of what I have to say
Feels awkward in my throat,
Like I swallowed a piece of fruit -
I am choking.
I have choked before,
And it was in some ways [...]
Have you ever had a conversation that didn’t bother you much at the time, but then it haunts you for days - even weeks, months? I had hoped to write an upbeat entry for today - describing some of the events of delving feet first into the blogosphere - but it seems life has intervened.
I [...]
