dónde
--
a poem
when did the
bull-fisted bitch leave?
i cannot tell you when
the girl arrived in
the first place.
where did she
come from anyway?
i sent her back to her
father’s disapproving gaze,
and there she will stay.
when did the
whimpering weakling leave?
i cannot tell you when
the girl arrived in the
first place; leave her be.
where did she
come from anyway?
i sent her back to her
mother’s iron board,
and there she will stay.
when did the
revolving door leave?
i cannot tell you when
the girl arrived in the
first place; forget her now.
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