boston
April 16, 2013
this is my fourth attempt at writing about this
because i saw an image that completely traumatized me,
that made me feel
and react
in ways
i no longer do.
my brain has learned how to protect me.
at least ninety nine percent of the time
i feel nothing, really.
this time,
i just couldn’t handle
this one image
of a man
who is now half a man
if he survives/d.
and all i know now is
i am deeply grateful to have a mom to call crying,
for the joy of friends watching drag queens on television,
for a best friend who talks to me for hours about her life,
for mo,
snoring,
oblivious
to anything
but finding the perfect spot in bed.