February 18, 2021 | Nonfiction
ode to the state that raised me, or: when people ask where I’m from and I tell them Jersey and they say oh I’m sorry and think it’s funny, I want to punch them in the throat
As a pack, my Korean-Italian-American cousins and I were little foul-mouthed figurines made of compressed carbon and steam. On their own, they knew how to stand.
We learned how to live together more slowly than we learned how to live with the swallows.
The term pterodactyl has fallen out of favor because it lacks specificity. Most fossil remains are discovered fractured, less than whole. At a certain point, all things begin to look the same if you take enough of their composition away.
The Cyborg Jillian Weise
Bill Peace 12:49
If I gotta start explaining ableism...
Jillian Weise 12:51
I know, in the fricking hospital.
Every day we both live.