Through Glass

 

Through Glass

My daughter at age 7 
is a window 
into girl world
a land of star-shine 
and unicorns
so today I ask her 
to give names to 
all her leotards
and she names them 
Bronwyn who is brown,
Cinderella who is yella, 
and Donald who is purple. 
Why Donald? I ask.
Because it’s too tight, she says, 
and I sweat in places
and it’s embarrassing 
and Donald is the old man who stares.

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First published in Black Coffee Review. Thank you editor Dave Taylor.

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