Tuesday 15 May 2018

15th May 2018

sparrow
breaking dead stalks from a chives plant
careless dog


© Rachel Green 2018

a chance scent
sweat, tobacco, old spice, old farts
and I think of my father;
his morning routine
of bacon butties
and radio two
while he performs his number twos.
Old armpit sweat,
his braces down
framing his buttocks as he washes in the kitchen sink
white hair, white whiskers,
still red on his arms
where sixty years of freckles pile up
a fake melanin tan
and I am a child again
wasting my life because I can't tell him
"Dad, I'm a girl,"
years spent trying to be someone else
accruing debts, college fees
and suicidal tendencies.


© Rachel Green 2018

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