Christmas With the Family
CHRISTMAS WITH FAMILY
after breakfast
tangled in my father’s flings
hoped for an heretic utopia
cried the white guilt
he put next to me
as a list of chores
after lunch
ran in the wild field
of lost fairytale heroes –
denied the unicorns’ existence
as forbidden caress
cherished stone gods
washed in storms
after dinner
cradled alone – velvety corner –
daydreamed myself to sleep
raised glass cages
to free myself from the rest
screamed in night terror
sleep walked
caught
in my grandmother’s hunter green ivies –
didn’t tap danced just tip toed
a slaved personality without Spartacus
chained to the words
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