THE POET ASKED ME WHAT MY WHEELCHAIR SYMBOLIZED
The wheelchair is not a figure of speech.
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PERL POEM: TEACHERS EDITION
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TO CHARGE A WHEELCHAIR
Please for god's sake remember. You hate lagging a few seconds behind desire. You aren't conserving battery. Considering you've done this for years and found that turning off doesn't save much. Of course this assumes load testing ninety-five percent charge. But you do not run a chair like an octogenarian day-tripper. All the way across a college campus every single day. A fifty-percent load holding battery will die. In the middle of the street. Try to get to bed before 2 AM. Your 'chair is a desk chair and "dining room." Actually the small counter by the bathroom sink. Charging requires stillness. And time. Make sure the charger is plugged in. All cables necessary. Notification lights on. The pins fitted properly to the weirdly shaped hole. You've had this 'chair for years. Good light helps. The charger light turns red and the charger fan hums loudly like anxiety a white noise that is constant and makes it hard to sleep. In the morning the light should be green. You hope. Here are your legs.
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