No one confounds
me
like my child
no one comes close
She sees me tremble
on a bad day
then
walks away
from the casual mess
she’s made of me
She manages me with
half truths
her father never hears
and
always gets her way
no matter what I say
She claims
she hates me
seeding my heart
with toxic words
then
forgetting
she spoke aloud
What am I learning
from my child?
She exists inside
my chasmic soul
and
can destroy me
while working her way
to my surface
then
splitting my skin
and
doing me in
But
no matter what
she is my sediment
she is my geology
and
I mine love from
her completely perfect
deeply veined
ore
because
I am baseless
without her
