“Genealogy” by Kelsey Erin Shipman
Imagine you have a poet for a father. Imagine he is missing a pen.
Books of whiteness.
A daughter craving punctuation.
Imagine you have a poet for a father. His ink leaks everywhere.
Books of blots.
Another daughter craving words.
Imagine your father is missing. This makes more sense.
No books. No pen.
Just daughters.
Raising each other.
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