Tag Archives: Jenna Neece

Father’s Stroke

I guess it took almost dying, leg dragging behind you, but we finally understand each other. You were fine one second and then, you simply weren’t. That’s something I understand: Going to bed normal, waking up with the sky green, … Continue reading

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I carry my illness with me

and it watches me lift my feet. One step                   at a time,                                     as I ascend the stairs to my office. Too many people watch me            punch            the elevator button. Eyes scrape my back as I cave, turning to traipse                         upward. My shame … Continue reading

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