Papa Don’t Take No Mess

his hands never leave
the filth of him crawls beneath her skin
as feces stain the cuticles
of her thumbless hands
she gnaws around his feculence
with feline precision
knows
she cannot remove him
without defiling her tongue

speak his name
she will not
but he is there in the mirror
the blue of his eyes
the sneering curl of his thin upper lip
the leering gaze

papa
don’t take no
mess
don’t take
no
mess

scrub a dub-dub
three razors
in the
tub
but she feels
no
pain

and she wonders
if he’s down there
beneath
if he’s down
there
his stain covering
her
élan vital
wonders if she can cut
him out
if she goes deep enough

but papa don’t take
no mess
papa don’t take
no
mess

he’s warm coming out
she leaks the red of his
drunken stare
the bloodlines run
too deep
even in the warm, wet
darkness
she shivers

and for the first
time she
leaks just one
tear
cause
he runs too deep
the stain’s too deep
the stain’s too deep
cause

papa don’t take
no mess
don’t take no
mess
but

but
you see
papa
took every
thing else

fecundity leaks slowly

as the spirit slides from
within
a passing thought

is he down there
in her
soul
is he

cause papa
don’t take
no
mess
don’t take
no

mess.

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