I wasn’t pushed into living
climbed over my twin sister
couldn’t read the order of appearance
behold - your first daughter!
Light – and lots of open faces
I didn’t care at all for waiting
an absent prompting
a lullaby? – nothing!
I screamed – loud enough for him to hea
but he had left before the news
Was it wrong of me
to never care for rules?
When rules are walls
that block an ocean’s view?
I go to stand before the sea
throw up – throw out fists full of words
the waves return with arms of sand
and stones that others came to throw.
I learned to live without sandwiches made by mum,
girls and sticky-rainbow-chewing-gum.
