Poem: "Family Curses"
This poem from the March 2009 Poetry Fishbowl was prompted by jolantru and sponsored by janetmiles. I'm starting to like the idea of bizarre fictional support groups.
Family Curses
The support group met on Tuesday nights
in the basement of the community center.
The introductions went around
the little circle of the afflicted,
ending with the new girl, a slumped blonde
who said to her hands, “My husband and I
just discovered we’re both carriers
for Tay-Sachs disease.”
“How awful,” said the mummy,
picking at a loose strip of linen.
“I wouldn’t want to trade,” the werewolf said quietly.
Family Curses
The support group met on Tuesday nights
in the basement of the community center.
The introductions went around
the little circle of the afflicted,
ending with the new girl, a slumped blonde
who said to her hands, “My husband and I
just discovered we’re both carriers
for Tay-Sachs disease.”
“How awful,” said the mummy,
picking at a loose strip of linen.
“I wouldn’t want to trade,” the werewolf said quietly.