I'm That Girl

The after thought of some bad decision.

Resulting in a two and 1/4 pound, mistake

one night, eventually, sliced open by a C-Section,

incision.

I am the bipolar opposite, of

my brother

you know …

The golden other?

With the 2 kids, golden haired wife and a picket fence, type-of-together

brother, with a twinkle on his ivory teeth, when he smiles.

I swear …

I am the unfortunate,

fortunate other.

Kept hidden away like, garage sale, things.

Brought down to the basement, stored,

only to be, packed out and used again.

Driven crazy by the unhappy grumblings of a maternal, mouth piece.

And shitty friends.

Mumbling, madness and scorn,

always miserable and torn...

with her vocal thrashing at my hippocampus.

And a steady drip of cortisol to my adrenal, happy, unhappy place.

I am the unruly.

That girl.

Infamous.

Black Sheep.

Uninvited to, Christmas, Easter,

Thanksgiving, soccer games, school plays

(and weekend, nature walks)

I am a muse’d.