Incest Poem 2. Remembering Roethke - Poem by babitha marina justin

Not once, but
Many times
I bore my dad’s
As he laid
His beefy
Palms on me
He would
Wash them
Away in
Moments of
They have
In my memory
Caked with
Tears and hate.
I remember
The bolted door
Papa’s waltz
Branding me
With lashes,
the leather-whip
Drawn from
His waist
For my date with
Five boys at one go.
He loved me
too much
To let me
My be I was
Too 'dangerous '
For a girl of
Twelve! ! !

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