Sweet Thing
She said, "I wish you could be more like my father!"
I think I saw blue birds circling her head
and rainbows in her eyes.
I cupped my chin in my hands and smiled sweetly.
Your pa is a Nazi and your mother a Trotskyist,
and as far as I can tell you're Satan's daughter
but I will try harder
to live up to your sadomasochist tendencies.
"Daddy!" She yelled, running into my arms.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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