One of the reasons I don't write is knee pain. Yeah. Weird huh? I'm only comfortable in my recliner with a pillow under my knees. If I sit in my desk chair too long my knees start to ache and then lock up. It's a drag.
I had big fun with the poem fragment project in April and wanted to write about it but ... the knees said no. In terms of identity markers Atwood and Vuong are very different. Race, gender, sexual identity, nationality, on and on. Yet, somehow, the fragments seem to respond to each other.
I'm doing some physical therapy soon so maybe it'll help.
Sigh.