Daughter


Across one thousand
miles of wire
your counterfeit smile
races
grips my throat
smirking
like
the enemy:

Hand of my flesh
Reaching from the phone
Slathering
fashionable
lies.

I need
to bathe.

I ache
to smash
the ****** receiver now

To hold
until I crush
You
My beloved Mirror...
This mirror
where I used to find
my
self