I thought of telling you tonight
of the secrets I hold, or the barriers you bring upon me
forcing my eyes to be sealed grimly
in spite of your beautiful face,
held up solemnly to the bright light.
Too bad baby, your water is near gone
and it’s drought season this November.
And “Daddy she’s making me cry.
Daddy, she’s hurting me again.
The blue and dirty lady,
she came from underneath the bed.”
“Hush sweetheart, it’s only a bad dream.”
“But Daddy, the furry curtains are scaring me…”
Under the bed, baby, is where I’d love to be.
Just the two of us, clinging to satin sheets once more
as the night light slowly fades away
leaving us with nothing to hold
except each other.
And I’ll be all you need,
I’ll tell you all the bedtime stories you never heard before,
because Daddy was too drunk to do it.
he always skipped the best parts.
You remind me of a river in a storybook I got
for my 12th birthday
from a sweet, but absent-minded auntie of mine
who wore her shirts inside out,
and forgot to put her teeth back in
after making love to the fishes.
And I’ll take you far away,
to the places we dreamed of going
everywhere you always said you’d rather be.
Anywhere but here…
She said bedtime was half an hour ago,
but I’m just not tired yet.
Scare me one more time,
I want the furry curtains back.