Tink Tink - Poem by Amy Jones
I could never sleep at our house when it rained.
The bedroom I shared with my sister was near the front door where an undersized tin roof was all that offered cover from the rain.
Laid over any blankets I had was a penetrating dampness.
The sound of the rain on the roof was loud and irritating - but it wasn’t what kept me awake.
My hate kept me awake.
Our neighbours did not have tin roofs -
but we did.
Our neighbours did not have small one-level houses either -
but we did.
Our neighbours had small expensive dogs and large expensive cars.
They had green lawns and white fences.
And they had 2 parents to every God damn household.
Looking back on it,
I never wanted a teacup mutt or a Towncar.
And I didn’t want a suburban landscape.
Even my mother could never be accused of being anything but an exceptional parent.
I guess I have never figured out what it was that I hated so much.
Some nights I lay awake in the dark,
scared to a sweat from that familiar penetrating dampness.
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