a bombardment of fantasies from Catholic mothers
and behemouth fathers: i get off on making them think
their daughters are safe and secure; that sharing a bed
just means we like to cuddle and it's cute how i don't touch
when they are around; how i went to mass with my mother
that ONE time. there's no room for talk
when a sidewalk can be shoveled
or a dish put away with a smile and a reassurance that
it is no problem; it will be a problem
when she thanks me for being so goddammed nice
to her mother and father.
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