Sylvian Seizure
Olivia Stowell
they say my sister’s seizures
start in the central sulcus
of her brain
the ambulance is like
a speedboat in traffic
but i am in my bedroom
bandaging a canvas
with elmer’s glue
she cannot ride space mountain
until she outgrows
her epilepsy
my cousin takes me for
a walk around the block
and we wait
the night is like
waiting to get your driver’s license
my sister is like a statue
she later tells us
she could see everything
she could not speak
my brother heard her feet
slamming against the carpet
i cannot breathe
when they grasp the thing
that makes my sister’s body
shake
and own it, name it
benign.