Charlatans
Charlatans
My parents show me affection by telling me I am not good by telling me I am unwell and sending me clips on Youtube of charlatans who claim they can cure me with the Bible. That’s what my mom did, last night: Her only way of showing love. She thinks I’m confused but I’m pretty sure she is. I thought about crying. I don’t see the point. Why does there have to be a point, Chloé? Ok, fair enough. Maybe I’m tired of crying. Maybe I’m exhausted. There is no triumph in this poem, so do not look for it. There is only Grief visiting me once more.