1. Lindane | When someone found white dwarfs behind my ears | I was deloused with mustard gas | I had a daily headache that was like a single eye
Short List of Common Pesticides
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Corkscrewed! Me and My Lyme
Just when I thought there were no other ways to be pathogenically screwed, I have been corkscrewed.
Autumn Equinox
I feel my body letting go of light | drawn to the wisdom of a harvest moon. | I feel it welcome the lengthening night | like a lover in early afternoon.
Channel
In time the fork my life took | as illness changed its course | will wander to the main stream | and there below the long waterfalls | and cataracts I will begin to rush | to the place I was going from the start.
Wild in the Woods:
I am demented. I have been clinically demented for a decade, ever since contracting a virus that attacked my brain in December of 1988. I display dementia’s classic “multiple cognitive deficits that include memory impairment but not impairment of consciousness” and am totally disabled.
Listening to Einstein in the Dark
In the evening as we lie in bed, Bill sweeps his palms over the contours of my head and down my spine, along my arms and legs, grazing my skin as if moving over a Ouija board. This has a soothing effect on the muscle pain that clenches my body.
Nerve Gas in the Living Room
Imagine if a company offered to sell you nerve gas to spray in your living room, or if leftover Agent Orange, watered down, was slathered on the grounds where your children go to school.
The Cells of My Identity
In a setup that was far too Oedipal, I was sleeping in a small room with my mother while visiting my sister in D.C., when I finally blurted out the news that I had a girlfriend, that I was bisexual and maybe gay.
The Invisible Panelist
Long before I became disabled at age 23, I had encounters with the unseen. Being queer gave me an innate sense of when to come out, how to hide, and how to recognize evangelistic rage.
Self: Ornithology: The Immune System
Everywhere I go now there are crows, following | me like innuendo, their feathers fanning out ominous | as police fingerprints. | With evolutionary anthropology, | they are condemning me.
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