As an
aUtist,
I know
What
It means
To have
People
Take your
U, flip it
Upside-
Down,
Cut half
Of your
Circadian
Move-
Ments Off,
To call
you an
aRtist.
—-
Our
moves
Mean
Much
More
Than
Works
Purchased
By Chance.
—-
Behind
The
Register,
I do not
Know
What my
Embody
Means
Now.
—-
Allegedly
Normal
Rhymes
Robbed
Diversity
From me,
Extracting
Crooked
Baby Teeth
From my
Unsightly
Bited jaw.
—-
How
Do I
Chew
Up
My
Life
Now?
—-
In this
Neuro-
Typed
World,
Too many
Are Lost
Between
See-meant
Cracks.
—-
We do
Not
Escape
Without
Road rash.
—-
We cry
Tears
For
Our
Own
Lives,
Lost.
—-
Too
Many
Silently
Grieve
Our own
Deaths.
—-
We, the
Un-A-
Ccounted
of
Narrow
Criteria.
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Tracy Cox-Stanton on Gestures:
“Remaining closer to the ineffable than the fullness of language.”
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