by A.J. Odasso										

I see us, fragile, as from a distance—
ephemera of nerve and bone. So much breath
contained in one cage, we explode.

I was not always afraid to speak my mind.
I was not always this shaking, mercurial knot
of pain. I, too, had vision. Lacked shame.

We cannot restore what our earliest days
erase. We reach for each other, think harder 
on what we must say. Still, the tongue lashes.

The sting of it gives us away.
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Barking Sycamores is a literary journal entirely edited and operated by queer neurodivergent people of color. We publish poetry, artwork, short fiction (beginning with Issue 3), creative nonfiction (beginning with Issue 8), and hybrid genre work (beginning with Issue 9) by emerging and established neurodivergent writers as well as essays on neurodiversity and literature and book reviews (beginning with Issue 10).

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