If a neurotypical
person suddenly
lurched onto the
spectrum maybe
they would think
they had become
possessed by a
demonic force
I tend to think of
it as somewhere
over the rainbow
as I perch on the
edge of seats and
savour the breeze
Call it my need to
move in the notice
of a moment of time
when a body insists
on taking the seat
right next to me-
I genuinely mean-
that is so seriously
taking the fuck out
of my mouth-right?
And I only love stuff
inside my mouth that
I put out the welcome
doormat for & then
slide down sweetly
I might look at you
with a buzzed head
or a massive Jewish
sage brush of hair-
dependant on my
mood-but do not
bollox me about-
Rainbow girls are
way smarter than
the average bear…
Marlovian 