Thursday, January 25, 2018

"Guest" by Nuar Alsadir

Guest
by Nuar Alsadir

Your mother’s in the kitchen and out
and in again. It’s all about them.

They’ve taken over like the dark cloud
hanging low over the back yard,

a fat aunt coming in for a hug.
Enough’s enough. The door opens:

new guests flow in as the old
back you up like mangroves.

Why get dressed up to stay in?
Pretend to befriend other children

because they have been dumped next to you?
Resistance, then fire, then to your room

without toys. Later, it’ll be the boys
to whom your friends will cater,

seem to love best. Such is the fate
of the steadfast: you’ll never be a guest.





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