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Pillow talk
Contributed by
Cathartic
on
Sunday, 14th June 2015 @ 10:22:07 PM in AEST
Topic:
FathersDayPoems
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I tell him, “I am my father’s daughter.” I reference old pictures. The birthmark on my left shoulder. I tell him how I’ve inherited his eyes, his cheekbones. An affinity for long drives to small towns. A slight preference for strangers. A tendency to blame everything on my mother. And how the happiest moments in my life involve coming or going, because I never learned to stay. I tell him, my father’s an apparition and my body count is a graveyard filled with headstones in remembrance of all the men I used to take his place. He studies the architecture of my words, skillfully designed exits...
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Re: Pillow talk
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Saturday, 27th June 2015 @ 08:31:52 PM AEST (User
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This is such an interesting and thought provoking piece of writing :) Thoughtful, reflective and also for me there seems to be so many things which are subtly but so powerfully expressed in just a few lines. This was a delight to read. |
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