a sketch in autism: morning ritual disrupted by Lynn Tait

Poem title: a sketch in autism: morning ritual disrupted Poet name: Lynn Tait Poem: hot circle bursts open throws brightness through clear square in sleeping place walls throb color the me of me sways in and out waves of hurt snake around my paper coat the mother has touched the mother voice echoes sound upon sound scratching the hard insides that keep me from melting led to place where smells become shapes in mouth see round cup white water rains on brown specks noisy in mouth like smashing rocks SHINY SHOVEL IS WRONG bells ring THUD slam into hardness round top of me where eyes are not where soft strings are i pull with the stars living on the sticks i do not walk on THUD THUD almost there place where bright turns dull sound turns off seeing turns soft voice moves like green on wood shovel now has face on end the mouse that lives in the talking box all things rest neatly now like bent cloth the mother forms sounds that mean fill me up face splits open mickey zooms up close with eyes that tell me everything. End of Poem. Credits: Copyright © Lynn Tait Previously published in As One Cradles Pain, An Anthology Exploring Disorders (Ascent Aspirations, 2012); Perspectives: Anthology Concerning Autism and other Disabilities (Local Gems Press, US., 2010) Lynn Tait is an award-winning poet photographer living in Sarnia, Ontario. Her poems have been published in Vallum, FreeFall, CV 2, Literary Review of Canada and in over 100 North American anthologies. Her digital art has appeared on the cover of 7 poetry books. She’s a member of The Ontario Poetry Society and the League of Canadian Poets.