or why some children fear Birthdays
This was where the talking alphabet
Lay crippled by polio and dyslexia.
For each holiday I would invent family
Who knew exactly what to send:
The black clown in whiteface that
Kicked me off my tricycle and laughed;
The nautical octopus whose tentacles
Were hypodermics drowning in nightmares;
Baseball cards, gender identity and dolls
Stolen from friends when they weren’t looking.
But mostly this was a place to escape
The father who mocked and denied me.
[Disposable Poem November 10, 2015]
Dr. Mike and Michelle