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