Clinical Therapy
Dreaming again of an effortless
brother. He estranges me
with a plastic orange sword.
Pirates at play are we? Or
hawking through a forest. Step carefully, step
carefully. A car
passes. Do we even think who our father
will teach to drive
first? Double dare, double
dare. Never, no never. A cloud transforms
from shoe
& back again. All
that wasn’t allowed comes back again.
It’s the year I repeat
haircuts from the year
I wanted to be a boy.
No thought to what I could become:
cagey
bitch flicking photograph after photograph
with all the practice
of a trick punch. No stranger
to that feeling of bearing down
bearing down.