Starting my 2015 by participating in SA Writer’s Centre ‘Summer Inspiration’ Program and Month of Poetry. Because I can. Because I promised myself more fun and more ‘me’ time this year.
This particular piece is tackling both Summer Inspiration and #mop15 at once – a poem inspired by the first Summer Inspiration prompt:
Remember the last time you refused to do something that somebody suggested. Imagine you didn’t refuse. Write the outcome.
I say no a lot.
It angries it’s way out of me
On sharp teeth and tongues
And inside, outside dreams.
We load that great hulking beast
Together. With fucks that burst from my fingerprints
Staining our day
Training you not to suggest things anymore
Training me not to trust you. To give in. To bend.
We arrive and I bounce. From foot to foot. Tense. Ready. Fight or flight. Such a ridiculous response for returning a broken item. There is no shame in asking to get what you paid for. This is why I wait at the door when you do things I’m not ready for. This is why I like to learn things and ask questions privately, one on one. So it doesn’t catch me in its claws. With its shiny metal teeth.
Embarrassment. Hot. Itchy. Temperamental.
I told you so.