a doctor conducts an interrogation with my spinal column

LIAM STRONG

 

during which i watch tiktoks of able
bodied people. expectedly

even in the happier dreams i have
i’m still disabled. phooey. a high

pitched oboe between vertebrae. locust 
pose, boat coasting untroubled

waters. he asks when i started 
demonstrating symptoms, i say

achilles has always been dead
to me. miscommunication 

is revisited, half my shoulders roll
over into next year. we wouldn’t be

friends even if i were a normal
person. so what. i’m a poster

girl of some kind of health. which
must mean i’m some

what innocent. there’s a fault 
in most fractures, tectonics. it must be

a ploy, i think, for him to prescribe good
luck. i must need it, or something better.

 

LIAM STRONG (they/them) is a queer neurodivergent cripple punk writer who has earned their BA in writing from University of Wisconsin-Superior. They are the author of the chapbook Everyone’s Left the Hometown Show (Bottlecap Press, 2023). You can find their poetry and essays in Vagabond City and new words {press}, among several others. They are most likely gardening and listening to Bitter Truth somewhere in Northern Michigan. Find them @beanbie666 on Instagram/Twitter. 

https://linktr.ee/liamstrong666

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