This isn’t what I wanted, your father Following me as if I know where I am Going, in these woods I stand to inherit When he dies. What I want is Your shoulders, the round luster Of buttered rolls, but how far away You are, sitting in the kitchen with our mothers,
Fathers-in-Law
Fathers-in-Law
Fathers-in-Law
This isn’t what I wanted, your father Following me as if I know where I am Going, in these woods I stand to inherit When he dies. What I want is Your shoulders, the round luster Of buttered rolls, but how far away You are, sitting in the kitchen with our mothers,