=The Aspergers Sonnets=

16.

The yard was a galaxy of dandelions

over which I crabwalked with a spike

in my hand and the command to dig,

dig them up by the roots. Daddy, your story

is too big for my mouth. Sad to say

no one stops saying right then and there.

The mirror reflects the wall like the wall

to another room whose secrets I’ll never

know. Who, then, is that startled woman

looking back at me? I hope I run out

of stamps on the morning I write the letter

telling you where I am.  In a jar

a dandelion will refuse water, the sun,

love, everything. You’ll never get the root.