By Rro Novak "Because she hadn't learned to be disabled yet," writes Danish, disabled poet Caspar Eric in his book Nike, and I think: Yes, I haven't learned that either. I have spent years scavenging tools to support me when things fell apart again and again. Most days I stood with nothing but duct tape and zip ties in my hands, trying to build a barricade against a life that seemed to come at me like a freight train laden with gifts I had neither asked for nor understood. Duct tape and zip...