By Stephanie Enyeart
Disability meant
the disadvantages
you could see:
the unusable
sense,
the misdeveloped
limbs,
the imperfectly functioning
body
Not
the unusable
dopamine,
the misdeveloped
fight or flight response,
the imperfectly functioning
brain
I wasn’t disabled
just unable
to accept disability
as a possibility
Stephanie doesn’t write poetry a lot. She works in higher education in Indianapolis and has a recovering relationship with writing. You can follow her on Instagram, @thefluffyskunk, but she hasn’t posted in months. Thanks, depression