=The Asperger Sonnets=

Literature is that which denounces & slashes apart the repressing machine at the level of the signified.
 —Kathy Acker

7.

Pinnipeds are true. True and diverse and

distributed  widely, thirty-three, including

me. Extinct in a clade, inscribed in fossils,

streamlined, electric, covered in fur.

Typically mating with four flippers.

I raised the pups, often in the spring muds.

The sound of the door behind me…well,

I preferred the colder waters, far beyond

the Stone Ages. There I was hunted

through commercials, molting, barely

escaping the killer whales. Some international

laws had a devastating effect. My forearm

half-evolving. I came ashore only to mate,

an accidental trapping. And you?

8.

I request a general frequency.

I request an entrance into augmentation.

The maximum salad. This is life

in a rotting log. Beetles, pillbugs,

millipedes, and bess bugs work together

in an organized way to slowly destroy

the log. This is called an ecosystem.

This is called life on earth.

It's a kind of self defense

that uses soft and gentle moves.

It improves strength, flexibility, and balance.

Stay aware, the silence dissolves into a door.

Good news. The doctor is in today

and it is you.

9.

The wrecking ball swung inside that house,

the walls thundering with nightmare.

Parrot on a pole. Between the beds

whispers of wolves. In the beginning

characters looked like the things they described.

Over time, they evolved. The goal remained

the same: to keep the invaders out.

The Chinese called it a guest star, the supernova

that suddenly appeared in the sky, 1054.

It’s been here ever since. I didn’t recognize

it for what it was. There were no fairytales

on those prison shelves.

I almost wish I had gone down that hole —

What would have happened to me instead?