jessica Romoff


They say you must eat the fruit before it spoils
When you can take her hesitation and bury it back into the soil while she can still call you Daddy
Better snip her from the line before she's learning to count her bruises
Before she can smell statutory
Before she knows what a protest tastes like
When you can stub out her voice like cigarettes

You must spy and peel and pluck before the first freckle shadow of rot appears at the bus stop
His eyes drooling down my sixth grade thighs

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