No, He’s My Daddy

by doitalldadyear

Stop bonding with Arthur & tuck me in already.
It sounds like a Mardi Gras parade in the bottom bunk drenched in confetti.
No, he’s my daddy, baby brother declares.
It feels to good to be fought over. Sowing so much despair.

By,

Michael Kornbluth

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