Ike and Tina

His touch was like a spark to my dead battery
which was funny
because he hurt me silly
and showed me what "Battery" was.
Having seen it as a child, thinking
"ma's really weak, but I still love Daddy, maybe
ma has to stop being so weak"
And after I experienced the same
my oppinion didn't change.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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