Poetry

miss morris

27 February 2015

i am
my father’s second best
hollow-cheeked child
knees  pitted with gravel

i become
father’s keeper
posthumous point-of-contact for
ravenous biographers

curator to collections
reader of letters
poems I pour

over stanzas with
filial tenderness i
make kindling of myself


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