Fathers-in-law glaring at me
And my dead aunt visibly moved
To tell me about her rape
Which only reminds me
Of my own
And my great great grandmother
Coming to comfort me
Though I don’t know if she can
Be trusted to see to my care
On our meager provisions
Of truth and air
Arrows and arrows of errors
And genius my dead
Come back to repair
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