Hiding My Syntesia From Neighbors
I felt R’s and T’s in our new neighbor's house.
Because they smell like lilac to me.
The numbers 5 and 9 came into focus too.
Five is always blue, and nine, of course, is red.
I pretend not to notice the smells or the sounds
Because I have learned that it is best not to make a fuss.
Not to call attention to things others may not notice.
My mother has been discouraging my synthesia for a while.
I think there is an R in there somewhere Daddy says.
He gives me a look and a wink. I know he’s the reason I have this.
We are both artists and painters, and do well with what we have.
I taste the rough walnuts inside the cake before it is served.
We are sensitives and empaths.
Mommy gives us both a sharp look.
She does not need to warn us.
We know to keep quiet.
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