by Margery Hannah
I am no good to my mother. I drink
Babies across the sea, my gold
spills into the water before
I am no good to my father. His
eyes I seldom see. They are
like the ocean shallow, washing
away imprinted dreams. He tries
to see into me but scorches beneath
I am unworthy of my mother.
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