Feel my gaze
as a wild thing's nearby attention—
when you meet it, be gentle.
My burrow is close,
to hide me from sudden strangers.
See my face as stone:
harsh, scored by painful
we are told the following things
“use your words.”
“just ignore it.”
Thinks in poetry, lives in prose
Dreams in colors she cannot understand
The music of her words is lost
In the starts and stops of
Will they hear the song they asked for?
The rhythm of her movements
I’m back from hiatus! I have exciting things in the works, including a new blog called Escapades of an Autistic Diva. I might even teach you how to still get someone to like you after standing them up ten times.
Don’t Tell Me
Life’s too hard
I’ve come this far
To go nowhere
Why the blank stare?
Don’t tell me you’ve been there.