Brittany Billmeyer-Finn
	Sylvia Emphasize              sex drive A modern girl’s prescription              refills not included                           fill your father’s void read the bottle              mind the dosage My guilty pleasure              to endure your version of shock                                                                                            therapy Numb limbs behind the dunes they are so much bigger than you              sucking oxygen through a straw                           with a hole in it where daddy                                                                                            should be You throw your heart              watch it skip through a dirty puddle              peer behind corners                           hoping for a wet shoe What a clever muse! What were you thinking              your head in the oven on all fours like a mule              gluttoness at her water trough Was it as refreshing? I wrote about my father too              I hate him the way              I hate you Could you hear your children’s screams for mommy              who cooked away daddy’s heavy foot                           his contagious green toe that smeared                           delicate as a butter knife                                        all over your fading vessel                                          sailing you away from here I wrote about my father too              I love him The way I love you My heart skips a beat              I creep around corners              In my water proof shoes

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