Speaking Louder If Not Clearer
by @demi-cybulski
I lied about so much and in such a shortspace of
time that I should probably begin
with the circumstances of my birth.
There were three grainy home movies in existence
that captured the
unbelievable incident on camera.
A soft mewling sound was found to be issuing
from the manger
at the centre
of a school nativity play.
So that's me, then. The baby-saviour whose sudden
appearance was not recognised as a miracle by the State.
My origins are disputed and there are
some schools of thought that consider me prop-made-flesh.
Others are rooted in more digestibly Anglican ways of thinking;
degenerates made me, degenerates left me.
god he saved me how about that?
I remember my home phone number
from a house we left when I was 5 years old,
but there's sadly a decent chance I can't remember your name.
you finish your drink in a vicious way,
as if you hate it.