Homunculus

I keep re-scheduling with my therapist.

Talk until I’m hoarse.

Drag Celeste in one day,

Where she admits she likes being hit during sex as punishment.

Get Dr. Bowling to tell me he’s not a doctor,

before showing me childrens’ drawings of OCD dysfunction.

He recommends Feeling Good,

but I leave feeling great after just talking for an hour.

Six months and I say I’m better,

after I yell at my father, legs collapsing.

I hate him for thinking he wasn’t raised for intimacy.

Get goosebumps thinking of denting his temples.

Find my brother sitting alone in the closet,

the tissues between his legs and his eyes like wounded animals.

All we know is

our father broke our hearts.

And the rest is searching

blindfolded for a fish in black water.

Comments

[james]

this is really powerful. the economy of words, the delicate but never fluffy pace, the sharpness. very much enjoy this, as with several others on here.

[Adam Coronado]

James, thanks for reading. I'm bad at checking the comments on the site. Will have a look at your blog.