The Souls of Disabled Folks: Part Two

Here’s the famous black milk of Paul Celan. Here’s Vasco Popa’s horse torn in the branches of a tree. That’s the kind of shit able bodied people dream up. My friend who can’t speak sees words flying around the ceiling like trapped birds.

Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University View all posts by stevekuusisto