If my cane is a limb,Then so is my pen–       Maranda Elizabeth1.       my friend asked her facebook feed what apocalypse would be too much for us. What wewould         really want to not live beyond. Folks mentioned cannibalism, the end of the whales, Istubborn         said nothing. I already died three times and came back,I don’t fear death, I know her.I trust this world’s mean gorgeous unrelenting surpriseLike the best top, she’s taken me to the edge of deathand brought me backover and over, transformed.but if this world was sterile scrubbed held down of crip geniusI would not want to survive thatI would not want to live in a world where my people had been eliminatedfor our own good2.     my goal is to make the revolution irresistable, so listen close:in the infinite crip crazy future, I am not eliminatedand neither are you. We stand sit lie limp freak outinfinite.There are kinds of crazy that we ain’t even thought of yet.We are the walking dead          the dead femmes walkingThere’s nowhere you can hide from seeing all these birth defects,I mean people.                      I mean us.We really are everywherepuffing, drooling stimmingThe quality of our pain has changedbecause no shame is the most effective anti-inflammatoryWhen an autistic kid is born people jump up and downand scream quietly, in our heads.   We are so excited to find outwhat we can do.The best stim toys and futures are made by our kindwho focused and focused and focusedtil we made something the most beautiful

and every one gasped with admirationbut never surpriseNothing horrible happensYou are not taken awayI am not left to dieWe take care of each other foreverOur crip femme brown love is something studied in schoolHow we loved towards each other, again and again     –     how a million ideations couldn’t end thisWe are an epic love storyWe are one of manyAll of us are worthy of study and grants, in factI don’t mean the abled studying us,but us studying ourselves.We study ourselveswe check each other out in the mirrorWe are the beauty standard.We didn’t end.Our wild minds make the future

I not in need of a cureI my own amazing futureand yes, I ask:what will we know about the queer crip body?what do we know about the divine?Persistent like virusand as holy