Ink and stars

i remember
i was 5 years old
and my father
used to hit me
w/ a thick rolled up
hard across
the face
i saw stars
and had ink
on my skin
but i still grew
to love
the written word
and looking up
at the night sky

Rob Plath, contrary to popular belief, is not yet under the jurisdiction of the worms. His latest book of poems Batter the Keyboard Like a Raptor Is Behind Yr Back is available from Laughing Ronin Press. See more of his work at: Read other articles by Rob.