Friday, January 10, 2014

she runs past the pain

she's got one left knee
painted with iodine
a girl on a cot
with huge question eyes

what the crap
that's all she wants
to know

she is more her grandmother
more her father
more of anyone
else but me

the blue gloves
draw out fluid from her flesh
drawn from my flesh
and I don't know


what I've given her
and what I've lost
and what she takes
or leaves

twitching that sheaf
of blonde hair

and I have no answer
but a curtain
of silence over her future

when she kicks that soccer ball
she's breaking out
she's this brightness slashing
every barrier

I will her to

while I


past my pain

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