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‘Childcrash: or How to Get on with a Grown-up without Your Own Company' - a Poem

Listen. Don’t interrupt but let him interrupt. Pretend it’s normal, not hurtful, when he speaks over you only to repeat himself. But if you can’t pretend that your heart is not in pain, Two options remain: You can either feel that protruding scar but pretend it’s no bother When he blesses himself, tells himself you’ll forget and goes on to forget. Nothing. No one understands. Never him. That’s what you get. The other option is to take action Speak up, ask why he makes you feel unheard, and how, why and where in the world is that called love? In which case he’ll say, ‘Darling, stop wearing those radioactive kid gloves. They make you feel unloved. It’s normal. Not me. I’m normal.’   Expect his answers to your questions to be empty monosyllables Or better, don’t ask any because apparently He doesn’t have a split split second, we repeat, a split split second To spare, Evidently too busy occupying himself with despair, worn chairs, and pairs and pairs