I just remembered today that when I was a kid,
whenever we went bowling, I used to wear bowling shoes.
They would all change into theirs,
then Dad would take off my three-year-old trainers
with the perfect soles, and put on the bowling shoes —
never to touch the ground.
Those shoes had never had it so easy
in their blue and red bowling life!
They’d just sit there on my footplate
as I positioned the roller ramp.
It’s amazing what a person will do
to fit in; even wear bowling shoes.
Cripple Contradictions, Part…
The guy who invented the bendable straw was a genius;
now, he’s a murderer of turtles.
And I can’t drink out in restaurants.
My local cinema has a special place for wheelchairs:
it’s at the back, in between the actual seats.
It’s raised up slightly and there’s a steel bar
locking us in because the Norms
have to be kept safe from the Crips —
My popcorn gets passed to me under the barrier
as I sit in my separated steel cinema stable box,
watching a love story on the screen.
Andrew Hall is a ginger-haired disabled writer from Lancashire, United Kingdom, who uses this unique perspective to slap his everyday experiences onto the table for everyone to see, whilst maintaining a sense of dry humour and whimsy in the mucky, sticky process. He has been published in Magma Poetry and can be found on Twitter.