Nadia Sohn Fink

 

a kindness pokes

around a corner

kindly light

quite restrained

in dulled steps

ouchless to these

saturated lop ears

this restraint is pretty

is quiet

is kind

Loop Poem by Brynn F.

 I have always struggled with purposeful movement in my life. Recently I learned that nerve impulses in autistics stay in the cerebellum, loop around, and never reach the frontal lobe to make intentional movement possible. The cold hard truth is the majority of people believe this also means I have no intelligence. Getting past the loops is the hardest thing I've ever done. Convincing others I am not stupid is the second hardest.