I act every day, if the party’s too noisy I tuck my distaste away if I feel like collecting sixteen maple seeds and throwing them in the parking lot but there’s strangers around, I’ll act like I’ve got no interest but walking, not skipping, or hopping, or tiptoeing over the sidewalk cracks. I know howContinue reading “masking”

Echo, or Deaf

My own footsteps tap-top bongos in my skull on the sidewalk my silicone soles roll in the snow, my shoes seem to slosh through shallow shoals– these feet mime an earthquake of music and the symphony stretches, shivering, across my whole surface, my breath my bite my beating blood; I scream with sound to theContinue reading “Echo, or Deaf”