Poetry

Visits with My Wicked Charmer Dad

  Visits with My Wicked Charmer Dad   My wicked charmer dad and I are on the beach seagulls crying above swoosh of waves I lean over his shoulder my brown child’s arms around his neck a girl has come to my house a girl as loud as sky he takes me by my ear handles flips me over his shoulder he could do magic like that my wicked charmer dad   my wicked charmer dad had a Scottish girlfriend who did a snake dance at the Tivoli in her undies she called me wee lass I told my mother…

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