Only Child

Only Child short poem

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we never played hide and seek
rarely worked a puzzle: she asked
for the truth about Santa Claus
after she knew the truth looking for
an exemption from mundanity.
despite his creepy magic and omniscience
she decided he would be better
than mom and dad opening her mail
forging signatures and laughing
at her simple joy on Christmas day.
We were just dupes creating another
and she cut us down declaring
she would never lie to her own children.
dropping her off at summer camp
entrusting her to a singalong band
of barely-grown counselors and kids
who all seemed to know each other
putting her in line to take a boat
to an unseen prison island where
she’d be forced to do arts and crafts
perform skits around a bonfire
of course she thought we’d abandon
her for good: she knew we weren’t
going to live forever after all, that one day
she’d pick up the phone, loved above all
else then put it down utterly alone

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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