ASD

when I feel smooth
the floor is too smooth
I pick thorns and stick them on
all the facades
I like it screwed on my forehead
expression lines
I wait for the harvest

blind and without a high
me and my thorn field at the root
nothing that makes you want
to forage there

blind and without a high
me and my thorn field we are all gray
and all scratched
naturally barred and stained

we play at scratching each other
with the only track in the nose
air that smells good
oh yes! so good that
sometimes it hurts ouch ouch ouch
I derail but she heals me
gives me braille lessons

blind and without a high
me and my thorn field we are all gray
and all scratched
naturally barred and stained