Nobody's Daughter

I wanted to write a story 

About a girl whose father left

Until I realised that’s the only story 

I’ve ever written, a thousand times over

So I scrawled a farewell of my own

On the back of a receipt for a leather miniskirt

And leopard print tights,

And crawled back into my blankets 

One last time, still

Wearing the stupid punk shirt of his

With a cut neck

Draping around my shoulders,

That wraps itself around me twice,

(Unlike many things I could name)

And still comes down 

To my scared, scarred knees

The End

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