Placed by your father's eyes. Known by your father's dewy skin, Walking on a tight rope behind your father's brain, Blinking 'round your father's nose, as if you know your father's scent. As if you had his knowledge at birth. As if you carried your father's chill bumps, The way they would raise when he spoke to you. As if he ever wanted to teach you any lesson, As if he simply put, wanted your pain