Invited to an event
to answer a question of importance,
I walked along the street with highness,
went in through the door that revolves,
past the guard of security,
and spoke to the person with femaleness and helpfulness
at the desk of reception.
Following her directions,
I walked along the corridor with longness,
through the door with redness that swings,
sat at the table with roundness,
opposite the person with maleness
who introduced himself as the host.
After welcoming me with warmth,
he asked the question:
Why do you insist on calling yourself an autistic person
rather than a person with autism?
