Read Poem: Terwa by Matthew J. Thornton

“Terwa? What’s Terwa?” my mother asked.
“POP!” She slapped me as I reached for a glass.
The thump of her hand made my hand quake.
But dry tears were the hoax and I was the fake.
My temper may flare; my thoughts may take flight.
So much goes wrong in a world made from the right.
Bumping elbows at dinner; drinking my sister’s drink,
Each time I write, I drag my palm through the ink.
Some say that we lefties carry on like laggards.
But it’s only because we see everything backwards.
An awkward condition that never gets healed.
Right Brains like dancing around in Left Field.
For days on end, we went round and round…
I’d ask for terwa and my mother would frown.
It was finally my sister who wised up and taught her.
She said with a smile, “He’s trying to say WATER.”

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