Poem 512
It’s always more comfortable to be the not-fancied outsider …
Dark Horse
I wish everyone would look at her when we come in the door that they would expect things of her that she wouldn't lie here eyes open while I sleep able to do all she is asked full of so much more I want to see her scrabble to live up to her promise not lie back in it like a bath slowly going cold I want to see her chosen raised listened to until it turns her pompous and empty and afraid of discovery I want to be the dark horse for a change Christ I'd come from nowhere