I Faced My Phobia of Elevators By Facing My Past
Whenever I got into an elevator with other people, I wondered if they could save me if I were dying in there. Like my mother or my father, I needed them—but they could let me down.
Will I die? Who will get me out? What if I pass out? What if the call button doesn’t work?
My heart feels like a rock
Ten, nine, eight . . .
But it’s not about the elevator The elevator makes me feel invisible,It erases me. But you know intellectually know that’s not true.
just the past
Lisa Marie Basile is a poet, essayist, and editor living in New York City. She's the founding editor of Luna Luna Magazine, and the author of a few books of poetry and nonfiction, including Nympholepsy, Light Magic for Dark Times, and Apocryphal. Her work can or will be seen in The New York Times, the Best American Experimental Writing 2020 anthology, Seal Press’ 2019 Burn It Down anthology, The Atlas Review, Entropy, and more. @LISAMARIEBASILE
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