(i imagine)
in every family there are the favourites.
the trophy children; a parents wet dream-
then there are the rest of us.
the afterthoughts. the collateral damage.
(the reason the abortion debate exists, in the first place).
to no one's surprise,
'the boys' are the favourites.
the most loved/hated
aka revered to the point of jealousy.
(like a suicide. or a serial killer.)
the latter is my sister.
my eldest younger brother.
and me.
a trio united in our unwant.
the grumpy. the autistic. the freak.
(didn't anyone ever tell you,
three's a crowd?)
it's a cruel joke from the universe, really,
that even in my family i have few friends.
that even in my house i am a social outcast.
what's even more tragic are the lies;
the 'all of you, are my favourites.'
(just because you call a tail a leg doesn't make it so.)
pretend to love me all you want
(beyond a reasonable doubt.)
you goddamn lawyer
liar*
(mama took me to the opticians and got me glasses like hers.)
i see straight through that shit.
- too many of these poem are about my dad
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the failings of a surgically healed heart | a collection
Poetry「 WATTYS 2019 WINNER 」 the failings of a surgically healed heart, is a series of autobiographical poems arranged into six thematic parts to form a collection which examines the idea of the collective and how that informs individual. i. family an exp...
