My hairs been long enough for long enough
and I'm widows peaked and sun streaked
in a summer house you loved me rough
and i was so helpful
my boyish looks
freckled and fragile
but now im all worn out instead of worn in
and im watching your interest wane.
And so yesterday morning on the beach
I fucked a granite boulder
the color of salmon
Like it was me when he played prison with me.
Or like it was me when you hit it from behind
in my mossy straw hat
sandy banana and that warm champagne.
And I was your father and you were my daughter
And you were hanging loose from my thighs
Swatting at the fruity fruit flies
