The Little Autistic Mermaid I just couldn't look her in the eye Even as she curled upon the rock, rocking. She slowly flipped her tail Aware of her nakedness. The first sight of her made me clench And I devoured another morsel, Even though I was not hungry, Even though I was not willing. I couldn't recall her shape Even though she was still right there. I could no longer speak It was as if I never knew how. I flicked another bogie. I rolled it in my fingers And lined it up neatly With all the other I'd picked. I saw that she saw me But I needed to remain. On track, on track, on track. I wouldn't change direction. Later, back at the home, The old man asked me if I saw her, But I wasn't sure, Who I was...
Hans Christian Andersen, Danish author, was born today in 1805.
World Autism Awareness Day occurs today annually.
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