"Self Portrait As Eeyore, To Pooh" Nicholas Wong

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"Self Portrait As Eeyore, To Pooh"  Nicholas Wong


Thank you for ignoring me like a bridesmaid.
Each picture in this book a wedding

of you and the kids’ gaze: your drool,
bouncy belly, the ever-spilling honey

you say you’ll lick but never. Thank you
for treating me like a cardboard cutaway,

forever on the side, at the back, an eyesore
in the dim. Thank you, really, for the tail,

which isn’t exactly a tail, but a scrap
tourniquet stitched up against my ass.

And the balloons I don’t adore, stubborn
rubber yearning to rise in inelastic sky.

I know my fate. No one likes donkeys,
diligent ogres snoring over soiled plows.

Let’s play hide and seek, let’s play hide
and deceit. Find me inhumed in a landfill

by a seesaw, glooming the past and the present,
as if there was always more to be fixed.


—— Nicholas Wong, Crevasse, New York, Kaya Press, 2015, P 20.