Spectrum in C Major

Fluorescent hum, a thousand bees
nestled in my cochlea. I conduct
their symphony with twitching fingers.

    [Pause for sensory overload]

Routine: my lighthouse, my straightjacket.
8:05 AM – brush teeth (57 strokes, always)
8:12 AM – count ceiling tiles (412, a prime number)
8:19 AM – ???

Yesterday’s schedule, origami’d into a paper crane,
takes flight through the window.
I chase it down sidewalks lined with
landmines disguised as small talk.

Error 404: Social script not found

In dreams, I speak fluent neurotypical,
but wake with a mouthful of static.

    [Insert stim break here]

My mind: a browser with 147 tabs open,
each one a rabbit hole of
fascinatingterrifyingbeautifuloverwhelming
everything.

Empathy flows like binary:
01001001 00100000 01100110 01100101 01100101 01101100
too much or not at all

    [Redacted: meltdown description]    

They say, “You don’t look autistic.”
I say, “You don’t look ignorant, yet here we are.”

My laughter: an algorithm still being debugged.
My love: a spinning kaleidoscope, dizzyingly sincere.

In a world built for linear thought,
I am fractals and Fibonacci,
quantum entanglement in human form.

    [End transmission?]    

…rebooting…