He is home
Stumbling in the kitchen
More beer
More beating
She left me here
Alone with him
As he slips it in
I gag at the taste of beer
At the smell of smoke
at the smell of incest
He likes me to call him father
He meets my friends
Sliding his hands down my back
He says she was angry and left
She was jealous of his love for me
I close my eyes and think of her
as he passes out still inside of me

02/27/2002

Posted on 02/27/2002
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