Poetry
Languaging The World
within my autistic language
struggling to fit into language
who gets to struggle with language publicly
Twenty Years
I remember it
as something I did
to make the body lighter.
I wrote, then burned.
I placed what remained on my tongue,
milk of mania
Exercise/exorcism of domestic imaginings -- when wonder is waning in restrictive margins beaten into the
page by mangled feet stepping to a monotonous, deafening pitch of life.