by Mary Honaker I try to reel in parts of who I was, but they are attached to me by filaments of spider webs. The web disintegrates at a touch, and I am no one. The web gleams at a certain angle of light — once a year the sun strikes it right — and…
Tag: Poetry
The Laws of ME/CFS
by Mary Honaker Gravity is stronger because I am ill. I feel the constant pull of the earth. I drop to my knees and rest my forehead on the floor. Words get lost in the corridors of my brain. Your mouth is moving, and sound is coming out. I’ve been asked a question I can’t…
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