novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- okay, i'll see you guys later in which i encounter an autistic ex-student I visited him in at the hospital on Sunday; he was asleep. The first time I had seen him since August. I was afraid he wouldn't recognize me or be angry with me for not stopping by his school. (Somehow I feel he'd understand this, though.) He was asleep, his little body in a starched white bed surrounded by a starched white cotton cage. IV drip, oxygen tubes. I laced my fingers into the cotton mesh and hung there, watching him breathe. Sometimes in the van he'd drift off on my shoulder, and in this sleepy state he'd let me hold his hand or run my fingers along his forehead. I'd murmur a Beatles song and he'd smile; he loves the white album. His attendant woke up (she was asleep also) so I handed her the toys I'd brought, little plastic farm animals that I knew he'd love, and then I left. I didn't even get to sing to him. 1:54 pm - 02.06.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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