Monday, July 20

The price of daughters




I had to go outside
to make sure the Earth was still there.
It was; it is;
it reminded me of you,
small mirror:
my smile on your face
my flash in your eyes
my defiance in your fists
my shortcomings in your flaws
known and unknown
—I feel heavy in my skin
like a mountain in the crust.






July 2020

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