by Oonah V Joslin
I’m more than sixty percent water.
Wet the bed as a child.
I’m forever dissolving into tears. Wake
up crying sometimes in my dreams.
I have more tear ducts than
the average bear. It’s called Blepharitis,
red eye. I call it unfair.
I’m dreading a leaky old age.
Emotions are sculpted from sensitive water.
Happy, sad, fearful, empathetic, nostalgic, goodbyes;
face scrunching, air gulping, gut twisting
tears roll off my production line
easily, like – like they’re just – nothing,
like they don’t hurt a bit.
I’m afraid that’s how I am.
That’s how she is, they say.
Everybody accepts ‘upset’ as my norm,
except for me. I hate this
excessive, lacrimal side-show, me. I
detest hearts worn on sleeves.
And if my isolation’s self-imposed,
I avoid situations so nobody knows
I’m more than sixty percent water
and I’m not waving. I’m drowning.
So – Have you nothing better to do
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Oonah V Joslin is poetry editor at The Linnet’s Wings. She has won prizes for both poetry and micro-fiction. Her book Three Pounds of Cells ISBN: 13: 978-1535486491 is available online from Linnet’s Wings Press and you can see and hear Oonah read in this National Trust video. The first part of her novella A Genie in a Jam is serialised at Bewildering Stories, along with a large body of her work (see Bibliography). You can follow Oonah on Facebook or at Parallel Oonahverse https://oovj.wordpress.com/.