IN case anyone's forgotten in the last couple of years, *everyone* is special ed. That wasn't just cutesy interview talk. Everyone, even my neighbor. She comes over here all twitchy and bitchy because I put the mulch down over the weeds. And I can see by the muscles in her mouth, how she stands, where she looks, her word choice, her diction and cadence, I can see she seriously thought this was a confrontation that needed to be made. Her eyes are tired. I'm not going to get into it. I'm going to calmly validate, reassure, and move on. Everybody's special ed. Me too. Cuz I'm still heavy since yesterday, dealing with her after a day of feeling disconnected and impossible. All the web searches on suicide end up taking you to articles about how to not kill yourself. Which is kind of nice, I guess. (2014)