#poetry


I washed you

where you washed me

I washed you

where now I wash the children

that you don't like

that you don't understand.

I fed you

with drool

and the tongue,

sideways.

Sputtering in exasperation

Angry

eyes like flashes of impotence

you too become a daughter

you too return daughter

my nothing is scary

the first thrill of a rediscovered pain

that there was

that there is

Under the ashes