stomachdaughter | hammerfather | a poem on aching knees

you stared into my eyes

and never found the daughter you wanted

and imagined


you saw yourself grow out of yourself

you had sown yourself into me

and judged yourself terribly

everything you had left behind

dismembered from your body

what you buried inside of you

had a mouth now, hands and feet, a face

and looked at you like it belonged to you

like she belonged to you

and you couldn’t stand it

this image

this regurgitation

this reflection

what you had compressed in your smothered lower body

was what she was made of

your daughter

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