Item by Cheryl Townsend
THE DAY YOU BECAME A FATHER
I pillow talk & sit in the back of your truck & my every thrill is bitten back by baby teeth. I don’t know what you mean to her & I don’t know how to conquer you in this state. The day you became a father I couldn’t get wet. I barely had room to say I’m sorry. All my drunk dials were put on hold.
Sometimes I almost forget they’re there. Sometimes I whisper bastard under my breath.