Unspoken were the words I felt as summer nights sub-merge   Into another nine months nightless dread   As happy as a young girl guarded by her fathers words   You lay on your brothers’ twinsize bed   Of all the words you said   These won’t leave my head   “You will always be a little side of me”   I recall a girl who was not ready for my love   For we knew barely of the tools required   For love between two parents was of secretive design   And ours was neither labored nor acquired   Drunkard spender dad   And so mothers leave the bad   But you will always be a little side of me   From the woman to the world and to the womb again   We return when it burns and it burns amen   As we now descend on through another love affair   We question why it cannot be as then   The answer is but one   Fathers’ daughter mothers’ son