Red

What you didn’t know when
You left that room

Grows and collects and ravishes and remains and
Builds into a mountainous grotto carved out into
The World.

You never sort of once even a little bit opened
Your small, squinting eyes

You didn’t ever really not even a little bit see
The pulsing of the twist salting the crystalline eyedrop tracing, trickling
Onto the carpet

Seeping into a stain.

What did you think was behind my eyes?
Never no never not even a little bit did you see
Human.

You saw Danger. You saw Threat.  You saw Challenge.
You saw Insubordination. You saw Waste of Space.
You saw Red.

But you didn’t really not ever even a little bit see
Daughter.

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Richard Palmer

Date: 10/3/2012 10:18:00 AM

sad write Danne,as a father of daughters I feel sometimes we are a little more protected with our girls,but some of us over do it,communication usually work,maybe you guys need a talk