PTSD, an improper diagnosis because post is past and this is our present

preamble: discovering breasts under my nightgown was one of the most traumatic experiences of my childhood. from that very moment i was trapped in a world with a constant bombardment of sexual attention so aggression i simply could not breathe. they no longer saw me. the me, i had been. the somersaulting-head-standing-singing-and-climbing-trees-daydreaming me was lost. overnight, i had become flesh…

anger management inappropriate resolution #17

i use to be angry screaming explicatives from stages going into rages over simple things like i wasn’t hugged enough or you standing there chewing that gum i would tell people with great accusation my grandmother’s grandmother was a slave and i would holler indigently at retorts about migration and infinite servitude i had no…