nothing makes me feel
more like my father
than being with my brother
but it is not just my father, possessing
it's also his father, and his before, and again before
ages of bitterness, of lacking
compressed like kneaded dough, shaped and pounded
into an unspeakable form that sits heavily
inside me,
loathsome
Ah yes generational weight turning men into soft dough? Yikes. Effective. Thanks.
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