I walk in to my mother’s room
Oil splotching my shirt
And confess I’ve ruined the old blue truck
When all I tried for was fixing it
She coldly calculates me
And I wish she’d just yell
Things are much easier when angry
Instead of cold and disappointed
I stare at the rug
And then my father walks in
“The car is fine, has been all along.”
What? I think. But I just…
“We don’t want you to be fixing cars yourself
We messed with you, son.”
I sigh to myself
Then laugh a bit
Parents.
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Mare :: Hybrid :: 5'4 :: 28 |
ali |
Histe protects herself
Vadim protects himself
Mauja the Frozen Light
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Irma :: Snowy Owl :: Terrorize
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Mau's safe. :)
angels, they fell first, but I'm still here
Sigh. Yes, Mauja was desired.
Oil splotching my shirt--refers to Mauja's black spotting
Old blue truck--Mauja's blue eyes, older in age, and built thickly
She coldly calculates me/And I wish she’d just yell/Things are much easier when angry/Instead of cold and disappointed--Refers to personality
The car's fine, has been all along/...We messed with you son--tricky personality
Son--gender clue
Poem is 17 lines--refers to Mauja's height