A poem about communication
I wish there was a thought beeble boot
It would come with spelling but
Not
Autocorrect
Taking my words
As they cross my mind
And put them down on the page
Without getting lost
Or going
Sideways
Or coming out forgot
It would have an ink jet
For images of course
And you'd
Press your thumb
Or nose
Or ear or elbow
Across
Or trip over it
And your words would go spilling across the page
Saying exactly what you meant to say
And nothing else
No jumping would happen that day.
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Traveling Sideways: Poems and Musings on life with Autism
No FicciónPoems, musings and essays on living on the spectrum
