Shared
House
northdown kickass princess kid all bossy with fear arrives is
indifference as’m goddess thick with
instance is’m
dandered at the lack of patricular
resistance as in said gesture
mattered not on consensus chorewheel clacking
done-thats
but on toilet seats with hinges
a wall away tucked into the den’s red
deco chair inez stares
as nothing’s unplugged television
reflects the hallway behind her
bicep vein-twitch eyed by passing
royalty
a tremor sent and registered as inez
counts back from ten
awaiting her return
still new to her room as if breathing it
in for the first time then out
some unseen hole her highness draws the
blinds
dumps her bag on the futon before taking more forward steps
back down the hallway to claim the wall
opposite inez
as if to say
yes it’s sisters but my star beats yers
tamsin is screamed because the house is
in her name and it’s royalty
who refuses to be told it’s her turn to
do anything inez says
it’s yers cause if it isn’t then it’s
powerflex so no more
ponytalk it’s tamsin’s to decide because
it’s her alamo
and it’s inez who was first within’t
what started as a painting was cut up to
decide itself
left to map performance’s haptic
handstand whorls
lifted from the floor and entered into trauma’s
grid
a match because it’s based on grandma’s
trapline
left to rest at the foot of the bed
what’s this says inez unmasking judgement knowing
that it’s excellent
what’s this but a three-point teaching
moment turned on her
when she was royalty’s age just loud
enough that enough come running
inez’s critique powered by what little
she knows
but enough to fill those lower lids
of royalty’s left to explain her art as
if first met by those come running
the melt felt from fresh eyes feeding
fires behind familiar faces
the stink of rethink as royalty is
reduced to the sum
of her defenses on the morning of an
interview
for a job she thinks is beneath her
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