Kelsey Johnson - Home

The cup of freshly poured tea slides across the table
Towards the three or four of us, and kindly, I ask
If it is mine, not knowing that I would, with such a simple phrase,
Unleash the fury of the hen upon the duckling. “Family, ”
She rages “helping, gratitude, lies and shame, ”
She continues “rudeness, stealing, English and laziness! ”
She goes on for awhile in the tongue foreign
To young ears before I am sent to my room
That is not my own but not before I slowly
And painstakingly type out each letter
One by one to form the words to release my pent emotions.
“Third lecture for nothing, ” I hack out “this time claims
Of untruth, ” says my correspondence,
And the final sentence, finally deleted
Before pressing the final button
Of magic: Send.
I want to come home.

Kelsey Johnson

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