She finds the jar in the morning On his bedside table Like a lamp that has gone out. She told him to Punch holes in the lid So they could breathe But he must have forgotten. There is in their abdomens Still the faintest glow Like the glimmer of eye She saw under her father’s lids,
Autism
Autism
Autism
She finds the jar in the morning On his bedside table Like a lamp that has gone out. She told him to Punch holes in the lid So they could breathe But he must have forgotten. There is in their abdomens Still the faintest glow Like the glimmer of eye She saw under her father’s lids,