Read my latest story, "A Tale of Two Birthdays", at 52|250.

sometimes invisible
in the corners of a party, a pub
is sometimes how I want it
to breathe & to observe

and sometimes how you
ignore my words

but I live on your block
on your street, I’m not
easy to spot
to avoid
funny as I walk

I am autism
and am not dying of it,
will not infect you
if I bleed or kiss you

and I’ve taught your children
English, swimming
they haven’t been taken
they haven’t become
like me

I am autism
and I am in love
with someone who loves
me more steadily than the moon
reflects the sun, and he
is autism too

if I were your child
you might change some plans
you might change your dreams
fine, go ahead and grieve

worry
what will become of me

but don’t fight me
don’t think I am gone

I am autism
and autism is me

are you listening to me?

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