MY SISTER THINKS I’M A FREAK #poetry by jay

my sister thinks I’m a freak-

since childhood

her coldness has wafted about

hung in the air

stench blank and distant stare

steeled  defiance

like the sharp pointed tip of a knife

her judging disapproval

stabs at the walls with a loud

screeching silence

fool-hearted and on the brink

of some kind of

manufactured insanity

spewing and churning out

a patented righteousness

a seal that blights my world

hoping to unfurl

that freakiness

she finds so disarming

she leaves me wondering…

after all these years, how did we relate?

speechless words

grating gratuities

our bloodlines deflated

flattened in fact

yearning for some

elusive return

of a closeness

we never had

never shared

never spoken

yet,

always wanted.

 

©Jay Mora-Shihadeh

(updated and revised 6/16/21)

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