Stink
One final gasp and then heart-breaking fate
for garbage love disposed porcelain-bound.
No switch like this is worth flicking so wait,
consider longer than present-times found;
Yesterday happened and tomorrow will,
when before God you swear my temper blew
and Ava’s love should within me not fill
because you claim I put my hands on you.
I’ll say this clear ‘til God whispers my name,
so that MY daughter knows more than your lies;
No anger touched you but may you feel shame,
the moment first she learns why daddy cries.
Go wash your hands. Innocence stains the sink,
Quick! ‘Fore she smells, dispose motherly stink.
9/26/16
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