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2021-05-03T12:18:21-04:00April 27th, 2021|Parenthood|

Perfect

My daughter moves the skin
around on my chest,
pressing it and puckering it,
like I am one of her art supplies.

“Mama, you’re crinkly like the ocean.”

She declares it with such admiration
that I suddenly see me
as she sees me,

nothing to fix
any more than you would think
to edit the sea.

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