before the sun rose
my father would come in
and I
half-awake with
gummy dried tears
let him
hold my hands so that
he'd rub every crick and knot
that came on a very small set
of shoulders that carried the world.
Apr 5, 2017
Apr 5, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
before the sun rose
my father would come in
and I
half-awake with
gummy dried tears
let him
hold my hands so that
he'd rub every crick and knot
that came on a very small set
of shoulders that carried the world.
