Clairvoyant
two plus the decade and
you’ve got my eyes.
across the table
I am
sharing blood with
the same stranger
who shared the womb
almost all years apart
maybe I broke
the rules because I was
the second one
but now
the same age
in my mind
dwelling tandem in the
realm of
The Adults
When you get older
we’re all
the same category
“Grown”
yet
what do I do
{we do}
when They’re
no longer the wise?
when we reverse
and time speeds up again
where They play
the children
and us the confused
semi-orphaned
parent.
without the manual
and a thousand bills.
Love,
Muse
From The Diary of An Unlisted Muse 