Father's Secret
As we chased
Spotlights,
So did I find
Your perversions
Fearfully
Desirable.
What with
the oil in that
Hotel room, it
Must have
Been obvious
to you.
Speeding along,
Awaiting for Death
by a forklift
in Winter.
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