TINY SPY
Imagine that I
exist right now
in front of you
that I can speak
Imagine me
my eyes unfold
the ugliness of life as the man
whom I will call father
moves into you and you
laugh - absurd - not seeing
me or what I will become
when mother gives me birth
and I learn to speak and point out.
Imagine I have those freckles
you bite off - spelling
your crimes so my mother
can cry and the man - he -
can look shameful -
run out.
Imagine you bring me
such disgrace that I wake up
inside a liquid belly
punching my way out.
My wormy fingers
try to choke you -
you're away
covered by books and lullabies.
Imagine me by your side
killing you in small pieces -
finger by finger -
until some moaning starts
and I am uncertain
not knowing what are you
imagining - me - or my father's rotten heart.
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