Sarah

Sarah suffers curiosity disorder,
she wants to know frogs, rust, mushrooms,
she wants to know autism
so she disengages, thinks herself

into detachment, talks to herself,
out loud at first, then she only thinks
about a world of rust colored frogs
sitting on mushrooms she wants to inhabit.

Sarah loses track, she looks to the spy
in the vacuum cleaner, stops looking to people,
she rides a smoky horse into the next room,
the horse doesn't know the way back.

In the chill black of dawn,
under the kindness of a rain shower,
Sarah makes her own parade,
connects with a crow troubled by Tourette's,

appreciates that speed doesn't make light,
she speaks in sharp rocks that draw blood.
Sarah suffers curiosity disorder,
a flower with edges.