Tagged: trauma

five months and two

five months and two
hundred dumplings into
our version of
the pandemic, we
cope by folding,
folding the monotony
of survival and
trauma into smaller,
still smaller vessels,
containable
capsules, sealable
sleeves – almost
more manageable
when bite-sized
.
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across our land, we

across our land, we
are forcing children to put
away childish things –

last night, tonight, tomorrow night,
the night after, the night after
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: childish

it’s not like riding

it’s not like riding
a bike, learning to love again
is more like getting

on a unicycle, bearing
an extraordinary weight
.
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perhaps months,

perhaps months,
years from now, these
days will become
foggy, it’s how our
minds insist on
playing games with
our hearts – now you see
me, now you don’t

we have no choice as
witnesses, obligated
to make out every
fine detail in the
heightened haze
.
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one in eight children

one in eight children
are traumatized by
that early morning
realization of missing
the school bus. it
still sneaks into
our slumber, the
mechanical stop-
sign arm, that air
brake sigh, the
unmistakable
national school
bus chrome,
shrinking in
the distance
.
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there’s another version

there’s another version
of us, a catch and
release, one in which
we are both
experts, armed
only with barbless
hooks. maybe we pose
for a photograph,
but we leave
no other
remnants –
no stress nor injuries –
with eighty-seven percent
chance of survival
.
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in the memory

in the memory
bank, scarring
requires a good
dose of new
memories
fragmented for
fibers to even
imagine mending
the damage –
there’s no
anesthesia for
the procedure
.
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even bees learn to

even bees learn to
swallow the trauma for a
little while – never

finding a way home is also
a defense mechanism
.
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where there is trauma,

where there is trauma,
the fundamental building
blocks
of galaxies are
knotted, so that
when we look
up, we are reminded
to reflect, to glimmer
.
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if i could spare one

if i could spare one
more sleeve on this, i’d let you
choose a tourniquet

to control the flow. you’d gauge
my comfort, saying there, there
.
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