I don’t know her-
but her story is related
by a friend,
who’s class I’ve come to speak to-
I’ve been there
where she must live
for now.
That crazy place
between out and in
of closet, disclosure/non-disclosure,
the struggle to meet both
the needs of your queer soul
and your disabled body.
Who to tell what and when and why.
I give the friend my card
and pray she calls me,
so I can be there.
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