won't speak to me.
i fear
he's on the spectrum,
smart
and dumb
both at the same time.
words
are hard
to come by despite
being
skilled
with a scalpel,
the diploma
on the wall.
the clean white coat
and blue
gloves.
he can't put information
into words,
the things
you need to hear,
so he
stays mute,
and let's you guess,
let's you
twist in the wind,
he let's you
squirm.
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