Long Poems About Autism

He’s ten years old
Pokemon hyper-focused
Quoting statistics I can’t comprehend
All I can remember is Pikachu
While he’s all over it
Glued to the television set
Eyes alight with childlike joy
Consumed by an obsession
I just nod and agree with
Lost somewhere in the upgrades
 
And it’s all about red cars
Specifically convertibles
Counting every one we pass
His hands pressed against
The car window in delight
Which is better than the constant
“Are we there yet?”
When he’s bored and...