This poem is spillover from the October 4, 2016 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired and sponsored by Anthony Barrette. It belongs to the Big One thread of the
Polychrome Heroics series. It happens on Saturday, May 28, 2016 (Memorial Day weekend). It immediately follows "
The Oldest Associations," so read that first or this will make no sense.
WARNING: This poem continues some of the upsetting content from the previous one. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers.
The poem features complicated relationships, professional embarrassment due to a minor stumble, voluntary protective bondage connecting two people together in case of reflexive teleportation, asking for help and getting it, references to the earthquake, which is actually a moderately bad one on the San Andreas fault under San Bernardino triggered by a much worse one in the Cascadia Subduction Zone echoing around the Ring of Fire, news of massive cataclysmic event, lingering psychospatial disorientation of a teleporter after an earthquake, emergency response, evacuation, assistance with bathing and other personal care, "walking wounded" level injuries, messy medical details, lingering superpower overstrain, symptoms of major psychological injury, moving around in a haze due to emotional exhaustion and aforementioned trauma, dissociative symptoms due to exertion and trauma, feeling naked without makeup, use of advance care directives, and other mayhem. Anyone who has issues with earthquakes or other disasters, losing people in a rescue effort, accepting help while physically injured and mentally wrecked, and/or complicated grief may want to think twice about whether or when to read this. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before deciding whether this is something you want to read. It's a major plot point, though, so skipping it would leave a big gap.
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