She's Somebody's Daughter

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Bath time:
Curiling
Feeling
Speeding

Lubbed bones bending
And whispering, intersecting
High-heels

Smile-heels
Cartwheel joy peals

Pills spilling parallel
Open
Dividing crescent
Eyelids vibrating

Smile rating magazines
Clipping wet gyrating

Smiling silly on the floor.
Tiles in time
Smoothing sexy

Pink tutu smeared
sporadic
In attic water
Static water
Sulking-
Milking, a

Daughter always
Storm water messy

There in her pink dress pretty
Lipstick hitting hard paper
Resisting,
Missing the mark,
The stark mark when everybody told her
She wore too much make-up.

Breaking up visions of perfect sashes
Bashing the ashes of her father,

She’s somebody’s daughter,
Storm water messy
And clawing

She was somebody’s daughter.





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