my hands
are little

so little

and
i twist them
in fear

because

you are coming
Daddy

and
you’re,
oh,
so big

You’re coming
to get

me

and I cannot hide

I just have to sit here
and wait

huddled in the corner of my bed
with my little hands

while

you

terrorize me

with the step of your foot

and the

slap

of your belt

tell me, Daddy?
how is it

at 31

with hands no longer small

my heart beats
so fast

while I write this poem