"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



She was 19   and undiagnosable

She would flail and shout     and thrash about

And I was desperate to do something to help her


One day as we sat in her pee (unbeknownst to me)

a calm came over her   one that all of my flapping

up in the windowsill   could not produce      (desperate therapist  works it)


And there we sat for 45 minutes   while she rocked

contentedly  Like a baby in a wet diaper    whose mother is near



*many neglected infants are hospitalized for bleeding diaper rash

and cannot be comforted during treatment


Spring  2013

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