Trauma

Melissa Lemay the school was builtwe sat in classroomseach day, rote memorizationof facts and figuresbut never learning about interest ratesor mortgages,real-world, real-life things we would use(not) taught to thinkin dewey decimal systematicallyingrained with fractureand parliament defined by etiquette
and social order i took out my retainerand placed it onmy lunch tray, and threw it in the Continue reading

Melissa Lemay a number on the marginsturns me over and backi exist in silentclaim numbers she clack-clack-clackshits send to askagain what year‘the incident’ occurred i tell her i don’t remembermost of my life i list out dates all estimatesin language she probablydoes (not) understand, i understand only incidentsthat happened in pennsylvaniaqualify me for the aid Continue reading