My joy likes to run from my body
quick as it can.
I’ve been practicing holding it
like I practice holding my breath at the pool.
I can do about half a lap
before my panic freaks out
on its little red whistle.
My panic is not a lifeguard
but you can’t tell my panic that.
My panic googled “how to perform CPR on yourself.”
I get panic attacks when I’m being looked at. I get hungry in crowds, eat potato chips so I can control the noise, crunch the loud away. I spend a lot of time thinking about the people who choose the middle seat on the airplane. I miss home no matter where I am. I love good on paper. I listen to sad songs. I own more mini-trampolines than anyone I have ever known. Even my aunt who drank Tab. I sometimes wish time wasn’t always so good at what it’s good at, but I can dance the electric slide. I can remember exactly what it felt like when my dad took my training wheels off of my bike. It had a banana seat. I had everything I would ever need.
Very much looking forward to my return to Page Meets Stage onWednesday, June 18, at 8 pm at The DL Lounge in New York City (@TheDLNYC). The room holds 400, but advance tickets are recommended (available at www.PageMeetsStage.com)
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Tonight we wanted to share wise words from our friend Emily Wonderboy. We love both the words and the person who wrote them and hope they resonate with you, too.
Here. Untangle from the old ache. Slow. Let go the years of blind numb compliance. Let the whole sea swallow all that…wash it away…wash it clean…soft. Know that it does not…