my niece is growing up without me
and what that means for her
future perception of disabled people.
she’ll become the kid
I met in library…
Muted at the strange conglomeration
of machinery and human that is me
in my freedom granting power chair
instead of seeing me as simply “auntie”
the label she still uses when we speak
on the phone,
if she’s at grandma and pop pop’s house,
and not too involved in her cartoon.