10:46pm August 26, 2012

➸ air

[…] “i was born in one city. and then i moved to another, and faced down what genora dollinger and all the sit downers did decades before me. nobody to call. nobody who cares. used parts. the forgotten. i was being used. and forgotten. forgotten even as I stank up their sterile rooms, greased up their white cotton.

"it was in that city that every bit of me finally died. completely collapsed under the pain of having no one to call.

"but it was also in that city that other people who knew the shame of smelling without knowing it invited me out for drinks with all the other stinky forgotten people. who shared their joint with me out by the dumpsters on smoke break. who didn’t ask why i never talked about my family. who had my back when the guy at the bar started a fight with me. who put their body in front of a running train. for me.

"and so in flint, i was born. […]

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