I dreamed buildings were exploding / all over the old city
sometimes, / I wonder what weapon / birthed his posture.
I chose the photo where I’m with Dad outside the Hugo Losers Party, with my bright blue jacket and my squidgy-handled cane—Dad’s injured hand is in his pocket, not visible, but I know. So there it was on the web, forever, Google keywords Ada Palmer disability.
"I am prone to enthusiastic delight—maybe that's how I do my Neurodivergence!"
Did I mention there was a village?
