with my daddy in the attic
from ON MY WAY TO WHERE
by Dory Previn
with my  
daddy in the attic 
with my daddy in the attic 
that is where 
my being wants to bed 

with the mattress ticking showing 
and the tattered pillow slip 
and the pine 
unpainted rafters overhead 

with the door closed on my mamma 
and my sibling competition 
and my shirley temple doll 
that truly cries 
and my essay on religion 
with the pasted paper star 
proving tangibly 
i'd won the second prize 

with my daddy in the attic 
with my daddy in the attic 
that is where 
my dark attraction lies 
with his madness on the nightstand 
placed beside 
his loaded gun 
in the terrifying nearness 
of his eyes 

with no 
window spying neighbors 
and no 
husbands in the future 
to intrude 
upon our attic 
past the stair 
where we'll live on 
peanut butter 
spread across assorted crackers 
and he'll play 
his clarinet 
when i despair

 
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