home no. 2

i opened my mouth
my baby bird
my sparrow
to receive
all that hatred
that your parents filled you up with
they took turns,
pouring it in your open mouth
like water or air
from a tin watering can
until you were full

but that's okay

for you see,
i have this hole inside
(i've been told)
impossibly wide
and so deep
if you spit
it will never reach the bottom