do you want some ice cream?
vanilla?
perhaps moose tracks?
i look at the man who hurt me
made me feel like i wasn't enough
who i hold in my bones
like a trauma i can't shake
he has the power
to soften me
to disintegrate me
to melt me
to shape who i love
who loves me
he's planted seeds for what i am to become
i can't leave
and i can't stay
where do i go?
what do i do?
i am my father
i am my father's father
i hold their stories
and their pieces
in my soft parts
in my hard parts
and i wonder
how many ways can he break me
before i'm cut loose
and never look back
