He came in on a hot evening And hugged fully, Despite my “Sweaty-spring-day” stink. We laughed at things only my family would. Dark and downright ridiculous. We are a unit, with patterns of behavior even long apart. If you know the Runny-Bunny brother, You know the Runny-Bunny. And I am proud of that.
The implicit memory of this day, fifteen years ago Glows. What little body I had, was in medical and mental health treatment. My mind, however, was in a dark limbo, half present. The half still there, remembers T.B.’s birthday, And S. “Graduating” back into normality, Or at least, that’s what I thought completing treatment meant,Continue reading “Turns”
I love my cereal. That full flavored morning joy in a purple and white box. And it was hoarded from me when this panic began. I waited, I searched for a replacement, Trying something new every week, And every effort fell flat in my mouth, Month after month after boring month. My hope piqued withContinue reading “Nutty Joy”