Oh Daughter

Oh my
The inside that pumps
That thumps unchallenged
And then she’s outside
Beating the walls
Beating the drum
She’ll be heard
If she’ll sit in the box
That’s ticked
She’ll wait for on-air
Then she’ll speak
Singsong trilling
But my little limbs
And little sinew
Will she fit?
Her itsy bitsy fists gripping
Thumbs entangled
Mangled in hair
Can I bear it
The selling
Of the inside out
My beautiful little life
A powerhouse
Losing its charge as she runs
Hair flying behind free
Like so much seaweed
And confetti

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