She may never rest again
For fear of losing ground
To the ticking of the clock
When her eyes are closed

Mutant, librarian, poet, union rabble rouser, dog, Ashkenazi Jewish. Neuroweird, bodyweird, mostly sleepy.
I write about transformative justice, community, love, Judaism, Neurodivergence, mental health, Disability, geography, rivers, labor, and libraries; through poetry, opinionated essays, and short fiction.
I review Schoolhouse Rock! songs at @PropagandaRock
She may never rest again
For fear of losing ground
To the ticking of the clock
When her eyes are closed