I Am Not The Favourite Child by Literal Vagrant

Updated: Apr 28


Art by Leon de Smet


I was thirteen when

in the midst of supper

at the teak wood table

that my father designed

crooked and curved

like space bending around matter

my mother set aside her fork

stopped chewing

and looked at me

as she said

"I will never miss you like I miss your brother".


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