Archive for the ‘aspie’ Category
(There's a better title and it's just evading my grasp. Will update if it makes itself known.)
My hand, when it drops to my side, finds a puzzle:
no skullbone to stroke and no sniff of a muzzle.
No eyelash, no whisker, no cold-sweating nosey,
a cranial dearth. I'm devoid of a nuzzle.
At nights my discomfited feet huddle frozey
despite double duvet. It could be I'm dozy,
or poor circulation's to blame. I've no theory—
yet somehow my chamber is all things but cosy.
Proceeding to work unaccompanied, bleary,
in earphoney trance unaware of exteri
or stimuli. Autist. No sights worth attention.
Except ones that bounce by on leads looking cheery.
My fingerless glove by my side in suspension.
The tram station's cold-shouldered hilltop ascension.
No friend dogs my footsteps. My hearthrug is empty
except for a cat, which is all the more wrenchin'.