ReAnimation: A Poetry Collection

Choosing A Major

I could never lay hands on

cities or

raise them from the sea beds

or get out of bed

I'm not an architect

or a sailor or

neurotypical

I can't hold a pen

or my tongue

I can't imagine

pulling myself together

or apart

each day to collect

enough blood in my veins

to drown out the hum of

people that don't exist—

who never existed at all.

I can't imagine the pressure

that power must come with.