Tyson West
Hangover
(gras lai nouveau)
In pa's hungover morning light
ma marked me as a child not right.
Their angst at my odd soul
forced them to diagnose my blight.
It first must be a choice I bite
to yank eyes to my role.
They next used my faults to ignite
a "your genes made him this way" fight.
Too cool to blame a demon sprite
they spun to mental health's insight
to mint their worldview whole.
They felt fulfilled when I took flight
I've long embraced my elven sight.
Pa branded me a child not right
in ma's morning self loathing light.
Bio
Tyson West has published speculative fiction and poetry in free verse, form verse and haiku distilled from his mystical relationship with noxious weeds and magpies in Eastern Washington. He has no plans to quit his day job in real estate.