daughter

♫

may the word spill

and still me as that

eternal image waving

to me like a good friend

better than a part of me

my song is my song

so why don’t you fuck off

i want to say to ‘em

then i close and cross

my eyes at myself and

wonder who and where

needs the love of me

i am larger or smaller than

a part of him, the ones

without the ones within

i fell like

the man cast back down

into the child

by a father’s will

learned of truth he stole

without the chance to know

god love the queering child

without boundaries to stay

stripped of her lines until

he sees their every crossing

dissociating, and lost

in a certain kind of lying

not about this or that but

in how the question hides

your tender truths

the soul’s playbook

for consent and the weight

of the way and the life

inutterable comprehension

a quiet quaking

grieving the losses

of belonging to self

of belonging to place

is this song a funeral pyre

or a redeeming

of the lost ones

the parts wandering and

returning

the way i know

as i know

the way i know

to be true

to be true

may i sleep with you

this fear of darkness

hold me tight

through and through

nimona cast away

from the love, the lonely fall

from the in-the-know

she knows

the hurt comes from forgetting

like grandmother casts

mother back down, oh daughter

her unknowing of you

was i slain?

that love lost in holding on

holding on to a precious image

left behind ages ago

without the words to say

i love you

and

i am no more