hello crips, queers and perverts
here we are, in this only space and time
in our bodies, the only thing we own, that others try to take from us
hello living. hello dead. hello people who are in between. hello you who don’t know which you are yet
hello those who wish they were dead sometimes. hello you who miss miss miss the fuck out of your loves who left
hello virtual. hello meat world. hello, still fucking here
dearly beloved we are gathered together in this thing called disabled crip autistic Deaf sick life:
in year four/ ever of the pandemic, where we are no longer waiting
no one is coming to save us
except we come to save each other, over and over again
here in this place, we flesh, we spirit
we here, we elsewhere
we touch and breathe after being locked in our apartments for the past three years
we weep from lack of touch
we weep from those gone
some of us have barely survived
some of us have almost died
some of us died
because every change is a death
we left old selves behind with them
we are new
and we learned shit we never wished to learn
we are still the disabled oracle portals
we still make a disabled future
we still are what saves
we still keep us safe
we know how precious it is to be together
and we grieve
and we love
and we transform
and we here
and we are so glad to see you.