How I now desire
My father, The father,
Posthumously —
After death. A man
Whose fists!
Rape the door &
Left holes
Scattered throughout
Pockets of my living.
His blood, purpled;
The center of a fig.
I have his likenesses:
Cock, skin, hair. Where
My eyes stay tucked.
Do I scare you, Mother?
I click my tongue & say
Expel, remove, cower from,
Cut-out, remove, remove,
Leave me alone! Father.
Father, farther, farther. Now,
Stay. Stay, I forgive you.
I leave you your blood
No one can clean.
Anthony Aguero is a queer writer in Los Angeles, CA. His work has appeared, or will appear, in the Carve Magazine, Rhino Poetry, Cathexis Northwest Press, 14 Poems, Redivider Journal, Maudlin House, and others. Instagram & Twitter: shesnotinsorry