Daddy Dearest
by Kevin Heaton
The razor wire precision of father’s
defined scorn is a gauntlet of lancets
into his mind’s perfect dungeon. He
ferments there, sipping at the altar-
ego behind his iron mask; whispering
fractured lullabies into my puppy
nightmares—sating himself on iodine
ladybugs and fronds from clotted poppies.
Musical composition by Victor David Sandiego
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