The Cripple Goes on Vacation

In the airport
He’s a gruesome space alien
With a xeno-morph’s bloat
But no matter
He has Dante’s missing jaw
And the hoof on an ox
In his suitcase
(Also the souls
Of a dead children
And shards
Of old phonograph records)
Don’t tell him
You know just how he feels
He’s a show stopper
The first performer in the world
Sometimes they let him
Board the plane first

Author: stevekuusisto

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