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A poem a day each April, for Katya the Poet's Dew Drop Inn

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#1087976 added April 25, 2025 at 12:43pm
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Compliant
It is coming down the
         and will stab me with a
pike

I prophesize the grind
for when my father falls I'll catch him
as I did my mom the day I moved into her home

I claim no selflessness, there's nothing sweet about it
I'm not certain you could even call it caring

after all, the years of fear accumulate
and I have shrunk from him so long I'm small
but I will be there, maybe someday soon

because he raised me to comply.


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