Boy with the Blueprint

I did not care about the flowers.

Or the questions. Only a floor being

crossed by me in a moment I'd

maybe double-click on later to

I.D. No worries if I didn't. Autistic.

The word pinned me back then.

I did see everywhere around: the blue sky

from the backseat to my great credit I

didn't take the glare of to heart. (The me didn't

exactly hand me me). A man's face's

mine now. Or a one that gets away.

Touch-me-nots be damned! I'm to

keep trying as waters do that flow

around a cinder block.