Thursday, June 7, 2007

6/5/07

Add this to the reason for the razor
Answering back gun wound by gun wound
The last to turn around and never the last to leave
I promise to leave you, love.

Daddy glows at the kitchen table
Prolonged exposure with his daughters

I promised to leave you until I left somebody else
head back, quiet, just like that—

Didn’t daddy leave you more than just a gun?
I promised to leave you, love.

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