Friday, September 21, 2012

Unremarkable

daddy does the stage tricks
and mommy reads the fortune,
sissy likes to fly,
loves dancing with the moon.
auntie speaks to animals,
uncle chats with ghosts,
while I sit here and listen
as they give each other toasts.

for daddy, sleight-of-hand
is cheating through and through;
he claims he does real magic
when he saws his guests in two.

for mommy, good fortunes
are worse than a white lie;
she claims the cards are props,
something for customers to deny.

for sissy, trampolines
are for handicapped swallows;
her feet so light, she claims, for flight,
and bones completely hollow.

daddy does the stage tricks
and mommy reads her tarot,
sissy likes to fly,
air instead of marrow.
auntie speaks to animals,
uncle chats with ghosts,
I wander off to be alone,
while they sit there and gloat.

for auntie, talking to them,
is more body language than voice;
she claims she just listens,
and talking back is their choice.

for uncle, seers and seances
are just a load of bull;
he claims they're talking constantly,
the airwaves always full.

for me, I'm nothing special,
I've got zilch up my sleeves,
listening gets me nothing,
except them bragging in between.

daddy does the stage tricks
and mommy has a crystal ball,
sissy likes to fly,
and I just seem to fall.
auntie listens to animals,
uncle communes with the dead,
I left them to their boasting,
and they didn't hear my tread.

for me, sure, I walk quietly,
but that's just a learned skill;
it's not a gift or anything,
not bending sound waves to my will.

for me, sure, I get forgotten,
but I don't actually disappear;
my family's too busy showing off
to see me when I'm there.

daddy searches his boxes,
while mommy checks her hands,
sissy looks outside,
all without a plan.
auntie asks the spiders,
uncle questions the gods,
but they can't seem to find me,
they won't open their eyes and see me...
I'm just sitting, beating the odds.

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