Monday, June 1, 2020

my daughter

she was beautiful and appeared
between may 30 and 31
I was eager to show her off
my life was exactly as is
mundane corners, skin
raging, stuck here

she had blue eyes (?)
for a moment but
mostly, she belonged to no one
she shape shifted 
and I could only 
think of her

at a thrift store 
I bought her tiny doc martens
with bells, for Christmas
shopping for my daughter
just me in my body

I hoped that when she grew up
she would never feel the need
to lie about what I gave her
or did for her

I woke with her around, real

our broken hearts

being our own 

hold her close
in the streets