Questions by Amoja Sumler (2017)

At eight
it’s ok not to know.
Later we know
too much.

 

Daddy was a dick
I knew. I saw.
A pure D dick
huge as my aspirations.
Huge like I never was.
Huge like the count of his chirren
(it’s what a dick do).
Huge like what the landlord say we owe.
Huge like hunger.

 
Touch my tummy
feel that empty crisscross ripple across your fingers.

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