Disclaimer: the views expressed in this post represent those of a single autistic individual, who does not represent all or any other autistic people.
April is Autism Awareness Month.
Just like March is the month
to notice the melting snow and budding trees.
Just like October is the month
stirring pumpkin spice in the air.
Just like July is a time
to recognize your sweat glands
and December is a time
to get acquainted with the shivers.
But my autism stims
are not a passing season to me,
not a scent of change on the wind.
This autism is as permanent
as the near side of the moon,
I’m as perennial as a pine,
an endless line,
the sour of a lime,
I’m not just “aware”
for thirty days hath April
of the ’tistic touch.
I live, breathe, look out through
these windows
all the time,
asleep and dreaming,
awake and reaping.
But alas, a month is good
for marketing,
good to look shiny and new
before the masses move on to
something else
like they always seem to do.
Just, be aware
I ain’t keeping up,
I’ll be moving on
like an alien in the crowded world
for your path to waddle across mine
next April.
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Jordyn Saelor 