Wednesday, May 14, 2008

for my father, d. 7/8/69

I am so little-girl hungry
for your hairy body:
climbing the rolling hills of legs
I bite
the swilling grass;
your toes poke my belly
and I squeal.

Oh Daddy-gone-by:
I take down your skull,
and I cry.

em 9/9/87

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