sometimes when father’s love their daughters

a forest fire ignites somewhere out west

as if the universe has to have an external reaction

to all of his internal tenderness.

sometimes these same men

disrupt the silence of homes with

the way they gesture drunkenly with

their calloused hands

and their maverick mouths.

their daughter’s still love them relentlessly


that these men sometimes die too soon

sucker punch these daddy’s girls with tremendous loss so early on

leave them with an inheritance of

distorted views on love

on fatherhood.

sometimes these girls blossom into promises that are never kept

let boys with rough hands touch their trembling bodies

watch miserably as their mouths promise them that this love

will never be a masterpiece.


Leona View All →

30-something Mississippi queer. Bleeding heart with a soft spot for honesty and oversharing. Conquering corporate America and my own insecurities– one day at a time.

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