SPILT MILK by LILY SHARP daddy told me never forget don't cry over spilt milk but daddy, it’s gotten in my carpet and slipping between my toes like silk it’s dripping in my mouth, my nose like a wet worm dead on the cement clogs my throat thick white with my woes filling my eyes with such keen discontent i sputter, choke, drown if i refrain, daddy, will i earn your praise? i visualize your sour milk frown cowering in your disappointed gaze the tears soaking into my cheeks are the pure white of a swan i dare not corrupt the creamy streaks so my melancholy face frowns on i'm sorry daddy, believe me but i feel that i’ve wilted i could not be as good as she that good little flower you sculpted for i’ve watered my flowers with milk for so long the roots have lost their power and to the soil they no longer belong
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