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The Red Onesie Sestina

ADLondon

Sep 15, 2015

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She was born a beggar in a bright red onesie,

Taught to want everything but not be selfish,

Childhood spent puzzled with a wooden spoon,

Haunted by words so soothing like honey,

Those words almost convincing her it’s silver,

That same voice could be just as cutting.

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One night of shattered glass and cutting—

All ties to that woman and that red onesie,

Taking in hand the mythological silver,

The words finally twisted, “Don’t be selfish,”

Falling from her lips with inherited honey,

No longer feeding the delusion of the spoon.

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The next one she had was a plastic spoon,

To toss out with scissors useless for cutting,

Previously used to stir her tea with honey,

Walking straight past a shop with a red onesie,

She spent so much time and found her self—ish,

But far too wary of those with words of silver.

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Her heart was of sturdier stuff than silver,

It didn’t scratch so easily as a spoon,

One of many that she bought in a selfish—

Bout of careless self indulgence, cutting,

Fear of the fine out of her life, the onesie,

Finally fading out with the words of honey.

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In her contentment time ran like honey,

Slowly passing after anxiety over silver,

One afternoon she purchased a blue onesie,

And green and yellow and a plastic spoon,

Something to gum when his teeth were cutting,

And never for a moment would she be selfish.

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After years of estrangement “Don’t be selfish”

Came back again from the voice with honey,

Old and worn from scotch and smoking, cutting,

Into her, etching them deep like in soft silver,

She quickly snatched up her son’s little spoon,

Openly cursing the gift of one bright red onesie.

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“Is it so selfish to want gold and silver?”

As she took honey with her daughter’s spoon,

She ignored the envious words, cutting up the onesie.

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Table of Contents

#2 Who Cares If I'm The Cat?

#3 Packing a Swimsuit

#4 I Didn't Get An A

#5 Three Words, Four Syllables, Nine Letters

#6 Give Me The Brush

#7 Sitting In English Class

#8 Planning Part 1

#9 I'm Glad This Plan Failed (Planning Part 2)

#10 The Perfect Candidate

#11 Crushing My Fairies

#12 A Sitting Duck's Nature

#13 A Brief Summary of My Academic Experiences

#14 The "You Tried" Ribbon

#15 I get nervous sometimes (a lot)

#16 Tuning Out Nothing

#17 Romance of The Romance Languages

#18 I'm Smiling

#19 I'm Not As Okay As I Said I Was

#20 Gravel Beaches

#21 The Red Onesie Sestina

#22 Interpretation

#23 I Lost My Hope One Sunday

#24 I'm Smiling Reprise

#25 To A Friend

#26 Service With A Smile

#27 I don't believe him

#29 The Worst Was November

#30 Chronic Illness