these words woke me at dawn today.
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i am retarded.
i am advanced.
i am neither and both.
the maths say this is impossible, but it is, finally, the certified truth.
ed and rosie’s 6th child died a little when a baseball bat hit her face.
she lived in a damaged state for 60 years.
the experts disagreed.
her iq is so high. her feet do not work together.
my scores were at the top.
i was laying on the ground.
i was the smart one in a smart bunch.
i was the bottom of the pile.
i was a beloved pet.
i was the target of brutality.
my brother was a hero in that moment.
he was a villain all the rest of those years.
it came as news to him that he was not always my hero.
retarded is a verb.
retarded is a noun.
i am not the noun.
i am the verb.
when i was little, i loved the library.
a lovely old carnegie library at the very center of town.
then one day the library came to me.
it was always open.
it was on my desk.
i went every day from then on.
i lived there.
you couldnt see me trip there.
you couldnt see the typos i caught first.
i was advanced, and the retardation was hidden.
i felt whole.
i hid away there.
and now words light my way.
my thoughts, my words, were popping like soap bubbles.
now they flow like niagara.
and now come the memories.
unbidden.
nudged by death.
and there it all is.
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eta link to recent post on my new brain. https://www.democraticunderground.com/115110300
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Where did I put down my coffee mug?
