Dad is beating
Steven with a belt outside,
Steven is right next to me,
“Steven, we’re gonna call the police tomorrow, okay?”
He mumbles or says nothing.
Was I talking
in my sleep when my roommate rolled over in bed and the springs
you’re like Lucifer, a seraph of seraphim,
you fall, Steven? You knew Daddy would damn you.
I hate how we’ve been lacerated.