poem: parents

my mother is a penis-eater, my father
is a leviathan; what did they tell you
about childhood, is “belonging” really

already inside you? and the pain will someday
(they say) go away? fuck that,

i am laying in the kitchen, the circus lights
plugged in bloody holes in the ceiling
devouring my face; my father is a worm
on my face, my mother is the dirt
inside my skin.

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