[salty pretzils]

Hey there. This is a poem I wrote from the point of view from someone with a disability who feels pretty bitter about it. Okay, okay, slightly autobiographical...but hey, see what you think. Any comments/tips appreciated.

God’s joke.
Well, I hope he’s laughing
Laughing so hard his ribs break
So hard that his smile
Turns in on itself and bites.

God’s joke.
To make me long, languish, yearn for
People. I hatetolovetohatetolove.
For Christ’s sake.

God’s joke.
Giving me the desire to reach out
To have and to hold for better and
worse for worse for worse for worse

Punchline:

I stare into the mirror
And instead of comfort
God’s joke, clever, honest, autistic
Rejected
Is there.

And He saw that it was bad
And laughed.