At the beginning of every school year, it would be up to me to stand in front of the rest of the classroom and name every sibling and their history. Like some sort of freak show at the county fair. “Look here, look here, it’s the amazing freak-a-zoid with fourteen brothers and sisters.
Be astonished…be amazed…turn your heads and snicker, as he recites his entire family lineage.”
Most times I’m happy
Being a part of the crowd
Sometimes I would scream
Categories:
zoid, poetry,
Form: Haibun