My Therapist Asks Me Why I Haven't Told My Parents Yet
by Emily Paige Wilson
My illness is a gold-plated
bowl of grapes—purple fruit rejuvenating
no matter how many hungers
I’ve starved. My illness is an invisible
ink-carved scar, plastic shine admissible
only when shellacked in black light.
What is to be said to parents
who’ve raised one boy with autism—
almost diagnosed as deaf when words
didn’t form like the weatherman said—
another boy with diabetes—body shocked
by its own culprit sugar into comas?
What would I tell my brothers?
If bones are too brittle a home,
it will make itself known elsewhere:
a pain with no preference: eyes, liver,
muscle mollusk music every tiny movement.
There will always be more grapes.
Yes, what would I tell my family?
Please, come closer. Cough on this
directory I’ve stitched together,
this incomplete catalogue of my indulgence.
Emily Paige Wilson is the author of I’ll Build Us a Home (Finishing Line Press, 2018). She has received nominations for Best New Poets, Best of the Net, and the Pushcart Prize. Her work can be found in The Adroit Journal, Hayden’s Ferry Review, PANK, and Thrush, among others. She lives in Wilmington, NC, where she received her MFA from UNCW. Visit her website at www.emilypaigewilson.com.