Breath & Shadow
A Journal of Disability Culture and Literature
Lie Down Spasticus
By P.A. Levy
There's a tensile edge to us;
extra strong accessories to our limbs that would
with intermittent jestful ease, to leave us looking drunk
as we pitch and flounder in search of a foothold
fight for balance, grapple against non-committed joints
lock at one-eighty; can't sit down, or ninety; can't stand.
We smile, though the effort leaves us exhausted, slow motion
become the choreographed burr and rust of just being;
let's go to bed, undressed to titanium in robotica we perform
and not even hydraulic suspension or heavy duty lubrication
those squeaks, singing out louder than bed springs, when
and grind each other to filings. There's a metal edge to us,
we can't run but we're fucking.
P.A. Levy, having fled his native East End in a wheelchair (polio), now hides in the heart of Suffolk countryside learning the lost arts of hedge mumbling and clod watching. He has been published in many magazines, and is an original member of the Clueless Collective to be found at: www.cluelesscollective.co.uk.