DMs with Corbett O’Toole

Now that I’m out of the woods,

now that I’m pursued

by different wolves,

now that there’s no question

of my life which survived

the woods and the fire,

I reach out to Corbett O’Toole

who front-lined with the best—

rolled wheelchair and parked

and made love and was loved

by crips. Yes. I reached out

to a complete stranger. Hello!

I’m lost and all my goods

are perishable. Help!

How do you rebound

when everything’s a bramble

and the one you love

no longer camps

near your coordinates?

I can’t find her.

Where is the grid?

How to get out of this?

Corbett said, “The question

from crip love to crip love

is always the same.

How do you want

to pass the time?

We have each other.

Now how do you want

to pass the time?”