As
an adult seeing my parents on a more equal footing
I
realize that they have had no idea who their own son is
What
his life in their house was like let alone outside the walls post residence
My
mother typically refers to how I appeared on the outside
Smiles
or playing with my toys attempting to indemnify her guilt-streaked blinders
My
father makes jokes about my physical stature or structure as being sufficient
To
allay any related concerns as if the production factory of his scrotum
Could
somehow not produce this mass of cellular material
Staring
him in the face at thirty-six expressing the depth of just how dark it got
What
big brother was; was not, feeling like his enemy from birth one
Punching
bag, saliva blob bombed down throat knees over elbows
When
they would leave on weekends evacuating
Recognizing
how much I needed a guide knowing I got a detour
As
if good grades or participation in a notebook writing club of one
Was
sufficient to rationalize understanding of a boy being on track
The
word ASPIE did not register to an educational diagnostician mother
The
sheer breadth of alone from age zero to twenty one was
Like
a roach infestation under the countertop scurrying in daylight
There
behind the walls of a bulwark of punk rock and poem pages
Stacking
for conversations like prayers that could not exhale anywhere but ink
Read
by the author and recycled praying that the idea of what life could be
Involved
evolving past this conundrum of why and how humans converse
As
if when one displays interest the retort of silence is not automatic
The
words that escape a labyrinth throat are so mangled and gnarled
By
the time of arrival in the station of the villager’s ears that ogres
Are
merely gawked at for a blink and a head turn as if the eruption of syllables
Was
dream-talk balancing in crumbling towers of sand missed by no one
Licked
by the sea as a daily tide so that the purpose of external extension
Becomes
retraction for every reach-out by year equates to a slink-in
So
that at thirty-six the man is staring at his mother and father
So
far into the Marianas that his translucent spoken as his normal sounds alien to
them
As
it always has
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