CP Standard Time

Click. Click.

That’s a second —
but not as you know it.

That’s my body’s time
as it does a
Control, Alt, Delete,
hits restart
and waits for my system to re—

What was it I was asked to do—
sorry, could you repeat that
for the 1000th time?

It’s not me being forgetful,
it’s my body, see.
I have Cerebral Palsy.
I’m wired up worse than Frankenstein
(although he was kind of cool…)

Sorry?
You want me to do the washing up?
Ok, give me a……………

shit.

I haven’t taken the recycling out,
or emptied the bins,
or put away the milk from this morning—
oh god, I need to go to Tesco.
Right.

Where’s my shoes,
keys,
coat,
bag?

I’m here now.
What did we need?

Let me ring—

Oh, it’s my Sister’s birthday today,
her card is on the kitchen side —
I wrote it
and forgot to post it.

Where was I?

Oh yes.
I need to ring home
and find out what we needed.

Later, when I’m home,
the adrenaline crashes.
My body shuts down — tired.
But the brain,
the nervous system,
are still waiting
for the delayed 09:00 message
that’s still delayed
to reach the brain.

I’m wired up like Frankenstein,
remember?

Click.
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