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WOMAN STANDS BEFORE A STEEL TOWER

A.Byss 2026 - excerpts

Dark outside. Someone pull up a chair for her.  She was there for eight hours. Someone pull up a chair for her, she is tired, drenched in something invisible. 

of course I’m grateful 
for the masses you’ve salvaged
from the premature moonrise 

 

Heart attacks, overdoses,   
made 'alright' again 

flickering brains surfaced

with lights & machines


breaching from depths unknown 
dropped on the shore of familiar burdens 
with a wet thud of miracle 

& a peculiar taste in the mouth. 

 

Visions of Guadalupe  
wafting through linoleum stairwells 
leaving a pink glow trail 
the smell of sweet beeswax 

Of course I’m grateful for all this 
do I even need to say it? 


But doctor her lips were white, eyes like caves. Her body seems to absorb light,  cloaked in a sopping shroud,  life eating itself. What’s that called again?  Autoimmune?  A star inhales itself into an unknown, inner field.   

what was recorded / what stained your opinion / were you tired / were you distracted / what didn't you see  

 

I was wiping the countertop and putting sweetcorn into a Tupperware as her whole body drew stories of

diagnosis / insomnia / ptsd / dismissal / family / art therapy / professionals


“Why the f*ck am I taking three different antidepressants?”  

She had to get herself on the waiting list of a third professional
to decipher who was right:  doctor or psychiatrist 


Testifying to congress


against the father of her kids:

 

blue-purple-yellow reality   


coated Her Body of Evidence


still a lawyer spun webs 


round the obvious situation

 

Later, she spoke of freeing

the fury she had hoarded:  


at the pool, swimming laps 


it expelled in brilliant light

Later yet, having scaled

many further mountains,


she spoke of delivering it all

to the doctors’ golden pen. 


“Low Mood Disorder”  

(he said and he wrote.)

 


this isn't the kind of thing you can get with money or temper tantrums 


I am clearing my interior with explosions and wildfires. I learn there is no demise 

but opening.  now my blood soaked land can bear your contradictions  

give me another lesson in choosing my own selfhood 


in trying to kill me you are teaching me how to survive 


and since there are many predators I am discovering many ways 

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