I was fifteen years old
When I found the moon in the Biabanak sand dunes.
The only connection I felt to the mills
was to the children of a generation of flayed men
on unemployment, the storefronts boarded…
So many I’ve lost; I see them
Down a long corridor the door open
To a bright snowy day.
Autists are the ultimate square pegs, and the problem with pounding a square peg into a round hole is not that the hammering is hard work. It’s that you’re destroying the peg.
A majority of my day is spent bearing witness to the pain, fear, and terror that America’s actions have been causing across the Greater Middle East and North Africa.
We’re on the road to even more frequent, more extreme events than we saw this year.
You have to get ready
for a more complicated life.
You have to tell him the simple things
don’t know how to put their round heads together.
All morning I groom you with tiny lovenames.
I am a cat, you are my kitten, cowlicked
Gone is the old grove of green trees
Gone is the once-young, dancing body I had