I hope you have a cute name Scout or Wishbone Flanders or Doug Rick or Trapper. Be patient when I hesitate crossing a street climbing stairs taking the bus. When I don’t want to smile I know you’ll make me sitting beside me head on my pj-clad knee or a slippered foot. Don’t get mad if I am scared at first. Please don’t hate the boots sweaters jackets and bandanas bowties and Halloween costumes It may look like I’m having a meltdown every second, I just don’t want to mess this up. It’s hard for me to say I need help.
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Tyler R. Harris is a blind queer woman from Dundas, Ontario, Canada. She holds an undergrad and a Masters in History from McMaster University and a Masters in Creative Writing from the University of Gloucestershire. She attended the Humber School for Writers where she worked on her memoir, “Something Someday,” with Canadian author Diane Schomperlan. She is currently doing her PhD in Poetry at the University of Gloucestershire — examining sexual awakenings from the perspective of a blind woman in a collection called “Read My Body Like Braille.” Her work has appeared in the University of Gloucestershire anthology “Unbreakable,” in Arc Poetry Magazine and on the Swim Press blog.