as
depression is a breakfastfood,
ee
cummings doesn't scan correctly.
sometimes
she chokes
---not
like christy brown;
more
figuratively.
shit.
citing grammar rebels and spastic poets
will send
tremors through her body
of work.
hypomania
for lunch, on weekdays,
and she
has only recently stopped reading other
people's
suicide notes
for
de(s)sert. lately
she eats
cake instead.
boundaries
have new
texture
on her
teeth, but
even
amidst all this self-discovery
she is
still a really real depressed person
(goddammit).
other
unfortunate facts:
she
didn't draw herself
childhood
trauma
in art
therapy.
she eats
really real depression,
or
sometimes cereal,
for
breakfast.
isn't
cereal tragic
when a
spastic eats it? they
choke,
you know.
a graphic
on the internet told her
she has
four of the ten
impairments
commonly
associated with cerebral palsy
---that
makes her real,
yes?
really
medicalized.
real and really
to be
fixed.
the next
day,
a
declaration of rights
listed
bipolar as cognitive impairment:
the whims
of statistics, and
that
makes her unreal.
people
don't listen
unless
she uses big words,
people
use "brilliance"
as a
bargaining chip,
so she
eats the dictionary
at all
square meals. she wants words
that
don't exist.
she wants
intimacies
unspoken.
when she wants
to die,
which is a sharp want
nestled
among her desires some hours
(it
signifies
a gap in
her meals: sometimes
for
months without a plan),
it isn't
because
she's a
crippled girl.
also, it
isn't because she hates her depression
or thinks
life is pain---body
aches and
misfired nerves
mean more
to her about aliveness
than
desperation
---or is
really going to kill herself
in
actuality (she's not,
like,
impulsive,
and even
if her
inertia
wasn't generally productive of stasis she has promised
to Live
For The Cause).
she
should probably
eat
lamotrigine with breakfast
now, and
again.
she's
writing this
to clean
up breakfast dishes.
she wants
the kind of life
not
predicated on awareness:
can you
see her?
is it
safe?
can you
hold her here?
queerness
is the safe place
for her
body, her spasming skins.
when i
say that i attempt
these
love letters to her body,
i mean
the verse-writing
form that
wanted to die today
after
breakfast and needs to live
just so
long and long enough.
--Elizabeth Hassler
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