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Episode Notes

This week's poem and episode walk alongside someone who has recently experienced sexual assault or violence. When they encounter a kind person in a coffee shop the morning after—who treats them very differently—they wrestle with the many emotions, feelings, and memories that arise.

Here's an excerpt of the poem (the full written & visually formatted versions can now be found & read at mikbrew.substack.com!):

But the boy brought my coffee and held it out with both hands until I took it with both hands

And he spoke,

“You’re b…”

He looked down,

breathed out,

and said,

“I love your style” with the kindest furrowed brow smile I’d felt loved by in a long while.

Listen to this week's episode to hear the full poem! If you’d like to share your moment or memory on the podcast, please head to tinyurl.com/bravingthewaves.

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