Miscellaneous poetic jottings
Monday, December 5, 2011
DADDY
I haven't time,
he said.
What you do
is up to you
and I don't care
but just don't you
come asking
me for help.
Those words,
so carelessly uttered,
pushed nails in her head
and now when her father speaks
she crumples up
inside.
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