Fatherhood

I split your penis in half,

and objectify it

and leave you

are you fond of me?

you cry foul because I will not

slip my tongue around that downtrodden skin

veins protruding

you want my pinkness to swallow pieces of you,

to eat me like pussy and make me throb

pulsating walls

all around your head

you want to gush and swivel down my throat like shards of glass

and shave the sides of my flesh

you want a sphinx cat

with button nose to match

that purrs and rubs its naked body on your leg

my hair wrapped around your fists

like a horse that you ride

and legs with no body attached to them

spread open like a keyhole

You want to stick your finger in it

Like a key.

you want to be more than a man,

shoulders broad like foyers,

thighs with muscles that rip your skin

spittle dripping off your shaft like gifts I gave to you

I can see inside of your mind

and there, you only care about

Positions,

At work,

or in bed,

Titles, like

Boss, and

Daddy

You shower off the stench of her,

and then give yourself

like a gift

to the next woman

and they all try to change your mind

but you do not change

you linger

handprints in concrete on their skin

and you do to them

what men before you have done to your mother

and your grandmother

and will continue to do with your daughter

when you’ve settled in your suit

into a suburban home with a dog

and a career,

and your little girl is upstairs,

sneaking her boyfriend in through the window,

and she whines at the pressure of his body,

she lets those folds of skin be broken by him;

when he chisels her hooves for shoes

and rides her like a horse

and then runs unbridled,

telling his friends to take pieces of her

for free like an unwanted couch on a sidewalk,

when she cries into your hands because

her worth has been uprooted like a tree,

then you will know what it is like

to be female

then you will know the guilt and blame in your palms

because you are the man she models her men after,

all of her men look just like you