Still Can't Do My Daughter's Hair (William Evans)

  "My daughter loves me and a crow is released from my throat. My daughter misses me and I am not worthy. I am not here. Some nights, I kiss her goodnight and my jaw unhinges. Some nights I tuck her in and my fingers become ash."

"My daughter loves me and a crow is released from my throat. My daughter misses me and I am not worthy. I am not here. Some nights, I kiss her goodnight and my jaw unhinges. Some nights I tuck her in and my fingers become ash."

U.S.A. / 2017

A sweet poetry collection about fatherhood, rituals, belonging, and survival.