Only Child
things happened when I was a baby
I don’t know about
the ufo landing
by our cradle
snatching away my twin brother
never to be seen again
him
with the sparkling personality
Daylight Saving
once
when the horizon came loose
from its mountings
the sinking sun got caught
dusk lasted for days
there was much yowling
and later
many kittens
Angles
the trees in the rainforest
are like children
at a parade
the ones in the front
with the best view of the
trampers
the ones at the back
playing dice
for money
∞
Suzanne Verrall lives in Adelaide, Australia. Her flash fiction, essays and poetry appear in Atlas and Alice, Flash Frontier, Archer Magazine, Lip Magazine, Poetry NZ Yearbook, Australian Poetry Journal, and others.
Check out Suzanne’s website: www.suzanneverrall.com
