Keiera Pooley Poet Free verse

the new man

it felt like he was in her pocket. 
something insignificant 
but with her at all times.
i felt as though he resided in more than just her phone 
in her mind 
in her time 
my father was a bad man and maybe i’m just scared that now every man is a bad man 
he lives in her pocket 
soon maybe in our home 
my home 
my mum left a bad man 
a bad dad 
maybe for an equally as bad man 
she tried stripping the wallpaper 
and scrubbing the floor 
as if it would remove the mark of my father 
i feel like the new man is trying to hammer up family photos we have yet to take
i feel like the new man is trying to slip exactly into my dads old space 
just like he slipped perfectly into her pocket 
he can hammer up pictures
he can live in her heart 
but there’s drywall in my home 
and behind the drywall is all of our secrets

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