Dear Sister,
I am prone to a feeling of falling, endlessly:
gravity exists everywhere but in the dimension I am alive in.
This is a vertigo that cannot be explained.
You are prone to falling into the arms of misfortune:
home should be anywhere but the hospital bed you are trapped in.
This is a misery that cannot be understood.
But you always fight because
it is the only thing you
have ever known to do
and your limbs
are only comfortable when they
are practicing
resilience.
Sincerely Yours,
The Vertiginous Wallflower
sisters of diaspora 