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You Are Still My Daughter

 

My body steel wool and parchment

literal and figurative soft vowel hard consonant

 

My body lavender and gunmetal gray

its long corridor leading back toward another

 

Returning as it always does

to stuffed giraffes and painted slats of wood

 

Though you are thirty-one years old

still my body hears yours

 

Though miles away heart in mouth

when I catch your sorrow

 

Or joy and forget whose body I carry

mine a well-used oak table

 

Or yours the orchid you brought to me years ago

that keeps reblooming

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Pacific Review, 2024, BODY Issue