father called
from the city
a breath, a voice
narrow hips, pale skin
memory moved to my fingertips
i am back at the beginning
a kick, a poke, the swell
of something growing
i hoarded what i could
his smile
his blood
his violence
these sonic details
envelop, hard, bright, blindly
i am crying at last
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
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wow, this one is extremely moving and emotional. short and sweet... and powerful.
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