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
heart-rendingly,
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.
