Does it scare you?
I ask my girls
who want me to
climb in—
by which I mean,
You don’t really
want to look
like me now
do you?
–as if their laughter
weren’t part
of my question,
as if my question
were a dolphin
rising from
below, friendly,
miraculous—
as if I could
find out what
I’m made of
by asking them.
I ask my girls
who want me to
climb in—
by which I mean,
You don’t really
want to look
like me now
do you?
–as if their laughter
weren’t part
of my question,
as if my question
were a dolphin
rising from
below, friendly,
miraculous—
as if I could
find out what
I’m made of
by asking them.
