“a rose for empathy can my own beauty reflect off glass again the pain subsides like matted walls like hospital halls like gas and pills and sass never can I dance in balls or prance through malls my pelvic gird’ survives tacked back intact i sigh relieved my paralysis stops there died before my eyes the drunk in fact who crashed and thrashed and mashed in flee of cops by grace i stay a higher vertebrate in this ordered peck of vine and line still mine my skin and brain remain not celibate those organs large and whole and sexed and fine the drunk fared worse in life in death in time my paraplegia dared curse his crime not mine” EmpathyDisabilityDrunk DrivingHuman SexualityParaplegic Author:Miles Garrett