Twilight, then the birth
fast as a bullet out the barrel
— legend here.
Consciously or otherwise
a trick was played.
I never sat on her lap
or even saw her
unless her birthday rolled around
when pictures got passed,
menacing looks aimed my way.
How could I be expected—
but that’s beside the point.
I became she and
he was he
starting the cycle of days
that dropped a black sheet.
Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty years published writer in all genres. Her current project is an Off-Broadway Play on the subject of art and life.
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