Duplicates Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky
Duplicates
I'm the one who hates
Christmas
and Thanksgiving
and birthdays.
There is always
two of them.
I'm the one who hates
the thought of home
or numbers
or addresses.
There is always
two of them.
I'm the one who hates
the thought of parents
and schedules
and my day.
There is always
two of them.
Mom and Dad
didn't and couldn't
love each other.
So, I got duplicates when
I didn't order them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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