My Stepdaddies Didn’t Kill Me

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There were times when I thought two
of my stepdaddies were going to kill me,
my Northern stepdaddy by beating me
to death with his Army-issue belt
or with a soapy washcloth crammed
down my throat; my Southern stepdaddy
with his Remington 16-gauge shotgun
leveled directly at my heart, the only time
anyone ever threatened me with a weapon.

But they didn’t, which is why today,
while What’s Going On was blasting away
during my workout, I was thinking
about Marvin Gaye, or more to the point,
about his preacher daddy shooting him
to death—from fear of him, the old man said.
My stepdaddies didn’t kill me, sparing me
and sparing themselves the ghost I like
to think I’d be—like Marvin a ghost
haunting them, an eternally unstoppable LP.

MY STEPDADDIES DIDN'T KILL ME by George Drew


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About Author

George Drew is the author of The View from Jackass Hill, 2010 winner of the X. J. Kennedy Poetry Prize, Texas Review Press, which also published Down & Dirty (2015), and his New & Selected, Pastoral Habits, in 2016. His eighth collection, Fancy’s Orphan, is due out in 2017, from Tiger Bark Press. He is the winner of the 2014 St. Petersburg Review poetry contest, the 2016 The New Guard’s Knightville Poetry Contest, and is First Runner Up for the 2017 Chautauqua Literary Journal’s Editors Choice Award, his poem forthcoming in this year’s issue.

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