Disabled
I’ve been disabled a long time.
Tides with trombone sounds.
Whisked around.
Whisking sounds, coming from an implosion.
Disability is not some catastrophe.
It’s just perforations everywhere but nothing is torn ever.
I’ve been a person for a long time.
And when you’re a person, you receive person hands, person feelings.
A few times over, the goop and grime got to me.
I think being disabled is ok, not horrible, like a boat, or a sea creature.
Disability is not some catastrophe, I said.
It’s just like walking on a super nova.
The creaks and splotches.
Make me wonder when.
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