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The POM

Genetics

A Poem on Inheritance

Photo by Kevin Wenning

I am my mother’s wounded heart, or else,
I am my mother, playing victim, each
word, moment, strung through the loom,
to create a story she tells herself, of
martyrdom, of doyenne
in despair
I am my father’s wine-soaked tongue, or else,
I am my father, flush with the fumes of Marlboro Lights
and 2 by 4’s, I am my father’s hands as they build
I am my father’s words as they tear apart. I listen to my
father’s…

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Tyler A. Donohue

Tyler A. Donohue

Pastimes include playing with words, using my passport, and eating croissants. A writer of all things gender, culture, and travel.

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