Jay,when I write
23, Black, queer, yup
When I was a kid–just coming to terms with what sounds needed to stay and where to place them in my very limited vocabulary, feeling the limits of the English language when compared to my wonderfully creative mind and speech impediment–I created tons of words.
Belongings that keep the score
I empty out all of my heart’s remains onto the kitchen table. These are all of the pieces that connected my past to my present, held my hands steady when I panicked, and kept my mind from going off into the dark places even though some have sadness that slip into them.