The Lightning Road cuts far across the Cosmos, a streak of dazzling gold amidst the star-studded void.

daily you suppress it and ride the shame / like a surfer rides a monster wave,

somersaulting in continuous turns

two wolves lope / behind the Atlantic

The thing is; I don’t set out to write neurodivergent characters. I write people – fictional people who are drawn from the people around me, the way I experience the world, and my understanding of these experiences. Too bad if other people refuse to afford my experiences as being real or relatable.