A poem I wrote for my son

Please Tourette’s let his body have some peace tonight.

Please Tourette’s, let him just lay still for once.

Please let him know a state of relaxation, a place of calm predictibility, just for a moment before he goes to sleep.

Won’t you take a break, for just a while — so he can take a break for just a while — before you resume your endless control of his body?

Or better yet, how about you leave forever, and take the bullies, and starers, and whisperers with you, and let this one be free?

Yes, that I would love to see.

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