Nathan Spoon

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.

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Spring 2021