Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2009

OCD Switch

by Kathryn Nixon

This woman always switches on my OCD
She is a weekly reminder that I am not well
The air is a fug with her smoke
Her house never cleaned
She has holes in her clothes
She stinks
I tell myself that I don't hate her
That I hate myself for haivng OCD
But as I fasten her seat belt in my car
Her money taken from the bank
To buy cigarettes, cakes and chocolate
And eight pounds of sugar
I notice sweat on her face
Or is it tears?
And the switch turns
I see the person behind the make-up, booze and smoke
And her life that has come so far
Parodies hurt

Added: 02.03.2009

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