#1 Dream
I dreamt I was five years old,
my father discovers I will grow up
to be a shambles of a man
he murders me
quickly, viciously, silently, softly
and I never grow up to make my mother cry.
I respect him
for sparing her this
Words, warmth, grumblings, poetry, tears, venom, pornography, spit, swallow, love, hate and hope.