day eighty : we looked at each other

parents
an intervention
a what?
true.

why not?
perhaps, a failed marriage?
that speaks to them, you see
Catholic?
quite

so now they know something is wrong
now they know i am two feet short of a two foot rod

and they haven't a clue
and they try to tell me
you need help
you are sick

i have spent the last two weeks trying to convince myself
i am not
i am okay
you are not broken, said Elaine

my parents
try to tell me
i am

i wish you were here with me
for solidarity
to hold my hand as my parents say
but you cut yourself, that's not normal, sweetheart

i could really use
some of the knowing looks
we threw out towards each other
on the course

the looks i knew were so special
i gushed about them to donal
pleased at the connection i'd found