growing up, I’ve found
that I have something stuck in my eye
if you reach back and pinch
between your color and your cornea
I think you’ll find it itches when you know that it’s there
you feel it?
bending just beneath your iris
sucking in the light of day
and warping it, just so
or maybe twisting
maybe twinkling, perhaps distorting
I just don’t know
that is your lens, not mine
mine bounces the light
absorbing the fire so deep that it had no time
to reach down and pull up the corners
of my mouth
but it pokes out between the spaces in my teeth
and my head cannot hold it, so it runs down
my chin and bubbles out my ears
life is so exciting, don’t cha think?
not the people that pollute it
with their rolling,staring eyeballs
but the bright imagination
that shines like stars in the tall grass
so illogical, it’s all so illogical
it dazzles so that I can hardly think
and it changes
why are we wasting time with pleasantries
when there are gods to learn, words to dissect
facts to crack open on the rock
and spill into the sea
the world is sparkling and its sparkling for me
how can you not see it?
just the same way
that I cannot see through your lens
you are an alien to me, on the wrong planet
but put your hand in mine
cheek to cheek
we’ll align our eyes
until we circumference the atlantic
come on, people!
you can’t see the big picture
unless you reflect the lenses
we may be different, but why shouldn’t we be?
-Another poem about my Asperger’s. Since it’s so specific, I have it included in my manuscripts but it won’t be submitted to specific journals.