
Learning to Live 8.5 Hours From My Autistic Daughter
The last time we talked
she said she wanted
every bone in her body
to break.
she said she wanted
every bone in her body
to break.
And so I picture her on a ledge
flirting with the idea of flying,
knowing she admires the flitting of butterflies
from one pollen hive to another
flirting with the idea of flying,
knowing she admires the flitting of butterflies
from one pollen hive to another
I watch her wings
open and close open and close
like they are breathing
like her wings are lungs
open and close open and close
like they are breathing
like her wings are lungs