Andrew McMillan

tonight      I started walking back to you father it was meant to be a stroll but then I started walking faster      father      I started chanting all the names of all the men I ever went to bed with      father      my thighs were burning and my feet were heavy with blood but I kept the pace and chants of names up      father listed them to fence posts and the trees and didn’t stop and started getting younger father and walked all night till I was home just a spark in your groin again and told you not to bring me back to life told you I repented every name and had freed them of me father