Wily girls

I was eleven years old

when mother sat me down

and taught me about girls

and their wily ways

how they have long nails

to bury in your flesh

longer hair, to strangle you

and sweet words

to lull you into false joy, while

my father, around the corner

listening behind a newspaper

wondered if he

was ensnared the same way.

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