Getting Rolled

I hosted an art show without enough boundaries

And today I have the same feeling as little Sal-

Pounded by the waves in Lake Erie- unable to get out.

I thought that was the end of me….

They had left me with my Grandfather ( worst choice ever)

He was oblivious to the grave danger – my near death.

Now the traumas are so subtle you have to dig in

To make them real.. to Recognize them.

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Jay, who does poetry readings understood what had happened

The vulnerablity and subsequent abondonment of the self,

Primitive survival triggered, talking too much- without breathing or water.

Jay said ” Well, when you get hurt – You know you are alive”

All you need is one person who gets it.