This piece comes to us from Abeir Soukieh, who was born and raised in Canberra but whose ancestry stems from Lebanon, “so genetically her body would probs fare better in that climate”.
This chair gives me a place to sit
But I can’t sit quite still in it
Luck; it seems to necessitate
That we be Things to tolerate
Just what am I supposed to think?
We’re quoted extras in their sink
A comfort for and comfort to
A crooked prop, for them to choose.
And how the cord does wring my throat
To hear them wear me as a coat
Permissions theirs for them to use
And feel a right-ness in abuse.
© Abeir Soukieh, 2016