The Rapist's Daughter by H. Anderson

poem

 

Even with your nanny

pushing you

back and forth

in your pram, I watch you

from the penthouse window

overlooking the park.

 

After I touched your mother,

after I put enough of myself

inside her

to make you more than an idea

I went out

and hated with all my heart;

 

I wanted to get rid of this

hot rage between my legs

but each pair of pleading

eyes just fueled the fire.

 

It can happen to any man.

And so I keep watching.

 

This nine millimeter I rub

like my hard dick is for you

 

when you get

to that certain age

when fatherly feeling

slips into desire

 

this gun will be

worth more to you

than I am.

 

 

 

      from " Trust"

 

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