My dad is a leprous powdery-white cord of rot
that draws out of my throat lisping past tonsils
through the spaces in between the teeth.
All my life I wait for him to remove himself from me,
only to bite down as the last inches are about to pass
from my mouth.
He almost escapes - I swallow hard,
suppress the gag reflex:
he remains within me.
May 6, 2011
May 6, 2011 at 6:03 PM UTC
My dad is a leprous powdery-white cord of rot
that draws out of my throat lisping past tonsils
through the spaces in between the teeth.
All my life I wait for him to remove himself from me,
only to bite down as the last inches are about to pass
from my mouth.
He almost escapes - I swallow hard,
suppress the gag reflex:
he remains within me.
