inspired by the short film of the same name, veiwable at:
Trading my contacted, spastic, wheelchair using,
often pain addled, scarred body became more of acceptable
fantasy with the femur’s sickening crack
that exposed problem after problem with my lower limbs
and introduced hoyer lift into mobility equipment regime.
But would that person go to jail for justice,
chair her town housing authority, and be classified
as a writer by the IRS.
Or
would she be stuck in a pointless 9-5,
only intersecting with politics
on Election Day. Her poetic work
squeezed into hours meant for sleep.
I've read it three times and watched the movie and read it again. Thank you for writing it.
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