I want to share my favorite poem of all time, “I Know Crips Live Here” by Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha. But first, I want to share this link for the crips for eSims for Gaza mutual aid fundraiser! If you can’t donate, please share! And here’s my favorite poem by Leah:
I know crips live here. A bathroom filled with coconut oil, unscented conditioner and black soap.
I know crips live here. Your Humira and T on the bottom shelf of the fridge.
I know crips live here. Only house on the block with a homemade ramp, property standards so mad.
I know crips live here. Big exhale at the shower chair, the slip pads and the air purifier.
I know crips live here. I see all the things in reach around your mattress of glory, the vibrator, the library books, the TV, the stuffed animals.
I know crips live here. Straws and Poise pads and crosswords and weighted blankets and stim toys.
I know crips live here. You've been home for a couple days. A week. That's the imprint of your ass in the couch surrounded by empty bags of food and plates and the Advil and the heating pad.
I know crips live here. 50 pounds of epsom salts, from the farm store, your painkiller display like an altar.
I know crips live here. I see your EBT card and your fought for DSHS care attendant.
I know crips live here. How you taught yourself to be an herbalist so you could afford to manage your pain.
I know crips live here. Everybody late.
I know crips live here. Your dogs, cats and stuffed animals are part of your family.
I know crips live here. Your disabled parking placard a candle in the window.