It starts with small injustices
sleeping with friends and
reaping rewards that never had her
name on them
Then, it gets bigger
Costa rica in the winter months
and coming home at three in the morning
from here and there
Bragging and planting seeds that won't grow
laughing and dragging her fingers down my back,
razing confidence and making holidays
work
Feathers for Christmas
had never been so cruel
and every other stocking boasted
no vacancy
"Santa" didn't come that year
for anyone else
my dreams got shorter;
and I couldn't hear hooves on the roof
She couldn't do anything wrong
and I couldn't do anything
Silver tongues, gold teeth
lunches for two,
and not three. Or four.
None of them showed up to my move-in date
Shopping trips and no money
Weekend truancy and promises
truths were fabricated
for the use of exceptions
I became the exception
and nothing else
Tears and bruises,
crippled paper, and pens that don't work,
tacks in front of the bedroom door,
it all became my exception
it starts with small injustices
but not all at once,
the myth
becomes the idol
the idol becomes
the price of wit
and a sister that would
rather be ambitious than related
becomes a stranger or an enemy
STAI LEGGENDO
ReAnimation: A Poetry Collection
PoesiaThis is a collection of poems from my youth that were pretty edgy and poorly written. Here, I've updated, edited, and reinvented them so they are not just a pile of lost causes in my poetry archives.