July 31st, 2014


I love her.
i love to help her.
it is my joy (usually).
But sometimes
joy fails me.
and sometimes chemistry,
psychology, and will.
fail me/
Autism kicks in.
i need silence,
i need solitude.
i need to be left alone.

So i resort to practice.
I wash her feet.
Jesus washed the feet
of the apostles.
Was there a back scratching saint?
Perhaps i'll be the first.