Pink Notebook Sonnet
One or another of us always seems
to be fumbling in solitude Some days
it admittedly is me I mean all that alters
the sunlight falling now to water my bodily
roots is atmosphere is air I could ask
who is looking but to what purpose when
the palmed sea slug of my heart lost among
waves is opening a window or a random text
It is easy to be prepared for what comes next
when there is more really than I can say See
friend this is my scar and this is my scar
and this leaving me some days grieving
and proud that who I am is what constellations
within the entire sky stand and even stand up for
Nathan Spoon is an autistic poet with learning disabilities whose poems appear or are forthcoming in American Poetry Review, Columbia Journal, The Cortland Review, Gulf Coast, and Poetry. His debut poetry collection, Doomsday Bunker, was published in 2017. He is editor of Queerly.