Flumes Volume 2: Issue 1, Summer 2017 - Page 18



by Jassi K. Bassi

I try to meet eyes

with my mother

hoping she will see herself

I listen silently to my father

as he pawns off

family treasures land

the promise of the finest livestock

I realize

I am the only one who can feel it

the burn

even the chai cannot compare

soon I will move

from house

to house

like a piece of furniture

I will be left to collect dust

in a room that is never sat in

but is reserved for occasions

where my Fine China

will be given more compliments

than me.