Wednesday, 24 November 2021
Tammy
More than any laughter
love seeps around her knees
like broken water
inflated or in despair
she can cry when she pleases
if absent she doesn’t care
it’s not a slaughter
compared to that other disease
a damp smiling river
she stands at the fair
swears she’ll never release
the name of that man
it’s a matter for daughters
to know what they’re leaving
close the door after
get out of that scene.
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