Blood And Spittle Poem by Donal Mahoney

Blood And Spittle



These drawings
he fingers on paper now
in blood and spittle
are the curls
of a little girl
he stole from Van Gogh
whose sister
he fathers now
on paper
without any sperm.

Sunday, June 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: father daughter
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