Ethan J. Murray

memory returns

i found myself in the back of a hospital
tossed with the spent sheets, the crinkle
of sterilized plastic

the incinerator
coughing in fits and starts

i am lucky
no one has ever known
how to handle me,
my despair incongruent
with youth

enough to make
a graveyard retch

rain drizzled    moonburst      caramelized     plaited sky

the air has seen worse
than a boy-girl
clutching a circlet of vines
to their chest

living in the hollow
of an oak tree, stuffing the gaps
with moss

light, only ever the lance
of absence

Ethan J. Murray is a queer, autistic poet loved into existence by 12 headmates. They want to help make the world kinder for every neurodivergent person. As always, they are still learning. You can find them on twitter @ethanandco.

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