Note: After
being assigned to watch When Billy Broke His Head... and Other Tales of Wonder for my new job.
Tears spring
at the site of decreased,
never met, or younger than
I’ve
ever known them friends
and colleagues
in the disability rights
movement.
I’ve heard the stories of
the instances featured,
but seeing them on DVD is
another matter.
Paul walking and
ventilator free.
Wade with his Barbie Goldilocks, chatting, not knowing he will drown before opening day.
Laura, alive, and rolling
political hallways
with her also wheelchair
using life partner, Robin.
Ed in his “womb with a
view.”
Phylis with brown hair,
returned to me,
I recognized her spasms
and letter board,
though the hair I knew,
when we were arrested
in the Atlanta Marriott still fighting the institutional bias,
turned gray and mousy with the years.
Larry, ever ageless,
Ervin, quick and charming.
more mobile than I’m used to,
and George among the breathing.
Gimp filmaker gave the
gone back to me
for single hour; new
co-worker headed me a tissue.
No one at my independent
living center calls this behavior unprofessional.
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