Right-handed
I think you made some mistakes with us, Mum.
But that's OK.
There are four of us and besides
you always had enough going on.
Especially when you had Oran and I
- twins -
to bring us to four under four.
You said Oran was a genius,
and there's a lot to say he is.
But he's right-handed, and I'm left-handed,
he's maths, and I'm not
he's chess, and I'm not,
I make the bullets,
and he shoots them.
This is where you're wrong, Mum,
we both shoot the bullets
and we make them.
He's good at chess,
I'm good at flirting.
He's good at maths, I have a BA in writing.
He draws cartoons with his right hand,
I draw cartoons with my left.
Poetry by Blue River
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Editors' choiceWritten on 2009-02-06 at 12:28
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