wishes

hear the screen door slam
how i want to hide
when knowing who
is coming inside
no, it's not mother
she is cooking up a storm.
no, it's not brother
he's at the dorms.
must be the father
he's the man of the house
walking so loudly everywhere
not like a mouse.
father has found me
he grabs me
he hurts me
puts his "thing" in me
he pees on me
he forces manure in me.
how i hate him
how i want him dead
how i wish for a new father
but my wishes are never said.
never said to another soul.

may 2003