Language Lessons

“Pain is a great teacher”

What kind of bullshit is that?

Truth inserted in a shit bomb

Physical agony grinds on me from within

I recoil away from myself

If I turn my attention to other things

I can pretend to ignore it

But I am just Ripley easing into my spacesuit

The monster lurks behind me drooling

My line of sight is narrowing

Nerve endings scream at me

I cover my ears

Shaking my head “no”

I claim ignorance

We don’t speak the same language

I shrug my shoulders and spread my palms wide

Felicia is driven by curiosity. She takes things apart and puts them back together: dryers, door handles and ideas. She values directness as well as kindness. In life or salsa class she will be moving in the opposite direction of the crowd (sometimes not on purpose). Her family is nice enough to leave all the drawers open for her to push in so she feels useful. She lives outside of Boston on the North Shore with a large man with a heart of gold, a tween who sings like an angel but can’t remember to wear her own coat home from school and a greyhound named Arnie who enjoys crispy bread. You can follow Felicia on her website, LinkedIn and Facebook.

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