My Daddy
He smells like moonshine mixed with dried sweat
like smoky pines and a dead creek bed
He makes me cry as much as laugh and
he hurts me in the heart in my place for him
He looks like coal rubbed through his hair
like river sun shone on his token skin
He builds me up like a princess in the reeds and
knocks me down so I skin my knees
He feels like soft moss on an old oak tree
But he stings like nettles when he's close to me
Daddy loves me and its alright but
Daddy hates me when he drinks at night
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