The first time Dad punched me

The cup kicked over,
there was water on the floor beneath me.
Pour it upon, like when you used to bathe me as a child.
Let it slide over a bruised arm,
and a busted lip,
and tell me to clean it up when you're done.

I'm not crying because of the soap in my eyes

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