Hidden Track

the worst fate
i can imagine
is to wake up someday
and find i’ve been reborn
as a pop song.
worse yet,
born into a family of pop songs.
(worse again,
born a twin.
it would be intolerable
to have someone to always sing in unison
with me.) i’d cringe
if all my other siblings were
catchy and simple.
what fear to have
a mother and father at the top
of whatever charts might exist
in such a place. as for me,
i would never want to stick
in anyone’s ear long enough
to become a favorite.
even if it did, i am sure
it might happen once at most
in my life. i am certain
i would never be hummed
by millions. i know my family
would never be proud.