the time that sticks

you began under my belly squinting skins of colour, like a lizard of disgust a mouth of powder, father of pains, pills and potions. Rub my thigh, a concave liquid secretes, you numbed my heart, the age of 5, father, the abuses, you kept slipping you numbed my lips, the outgrown teeth and hair. It… Continue reading the time that sticks