Tuesday, September 17, 2013


I worry
 my niece is growing up without me
and what that means for her
future perception of disabled people.

I worry
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.

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