Poem about autistic coercion– “I would rather…”

I would rather your hands were still, Traumatised hands, dissociated hands. I would rather they were muted, dead, Lumps of flesh, perfect for my necrophiliac Hand holding.   I would rather your body stayed centre Repressed body, ingesting its pain, Swallowing its joy, until feelings become Poisons, until your body attacks itself Inside out.  … Continue reading Poem about autistic coercion– “I would rather…”

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Poem: Saying…

Saying hello to you Even through steel barricades Even with your face crushed Your nose broken on the border Bleeding with the nonchalance Of a crossfire casualty.   Saying I love you Even when our arms can’t touch Even when they are handcuffed. Heavy keys jumping on hipbone Mocking our earnest confession With a jingle selling… Continue reading Poem: Saying…