Mr. K’s Shadow

by youcantconspire

Posted to Poetry on 2004-03-29 13:36:00

Who are you,
god of my childhood?
Opening my door in the night?
Your shadow comes to a point,
illuminated by the light
in that lonely hallway.

i wish you wouldn’t touch me there
or here
on my alter of solace.

Your invading my clothes
with your hard-earned erection,
and covering my mouth
with your hard-earned sweat.

I never seem to have
quite enough tears
to keep you off of me.

And mama’s looking at me
in the morning
as if i’m some whore…

when i never even invited this pain
i never even asked him in.

i never wanted you, Mr. K


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