‘Oh Father, Where Art Thou?’

I gave myself thanks

Yesterday

Not for having a father

But surviving one

In The Gutter Looking Up

Under a
crushed
velveteen
sky
I lie here,
alone,
and want
to die

Come on then

Don’t keep us waiting

We want to see you bleed

To see others suffer

For their art

Is the validation we need

Bleeding

From
the
inside
out

What
the
fuck

Is
that
all
about?

But a
painful
reminder

That
for
one
week
in
four

You’re
here to
procreate

And
nothing
more