A Daughter Dreams of Being their Son
Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas
When I dreamt of being their son,
I wore my hair mussed to breakfast
and moved like a chimpanzee in argyle socks.
I lost my faith to Sunday television
and built a hammock in bamboo trees
I posted signs saying, No Girls Allowed.
I misplaced love in the name of things
and tallied chores on two fingers crossed
one slingshot hidden in the other hand.
I stuffed dead squirrels in my father’s pockets
and let day-old eggs collect in the sink
and never thought once about anyone but me.
I traipsed around like cock of the walk.
I punched all barriers with primeval strength
and pushed over anything that leaned
my way. I never cried, I never cried,
I never cried! I swallowed the word macho
with pride. When I dreamt of being their son
no one cared if I lied. My heart was hollow
as the oversize oak with its grand façade.
I browbeat my sister and wrote on her face
No Girls Allowed, NO Girls Allowed!
About the author:
Carol Lynn Stevenson Grellas is a seven-time Pushcart nominee as well as a four-time Best of the Net nominee. She is the 2012 winner of the Red Ochre Press Chapbook contest. Her latest full-length collection of poems: Hasty Notes in No Particular Order, is newly released from Aldrich Press. Her work has appeared in a wide variety of online and print magazines including: The Yale Journal for Humanities in Medicine, Poets and Artists, War, Literature and the Arts and many more. According to family lore she is a direct descendent of Robert Louis Stevenson.