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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