Reid@YWP

You sit 

in the corner of my room,  

stretched thin across canvas, 

and frozen 

in your forgotten poise. 

It is September, yet 

I can still hear the beach. 

The sea moves and swells; 

it tumbles to the shore, 

dusts itself off, 

Author's (long) Note:

Why is it that when you have a disability, that's all people see?

Kids my age:

The sky was red. 

Okay maybe it wasn’t completely red. 

Kinda orange. 

A scene from "Dune" when you think about it. 

Just bizarre.