A daughter holds your shirt pocket
\nand you tuck her in the seams<\/p>\n
to keep her small
\nnight worries at bay. Sing<\/p>\n
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\nor heaven. YOUR NAME<\/em> in lights, ether,<\/p>\n
\nworries or tunes. On earth, supposedly,<\/p>\n
\nwhere credit is due. Is this<\/p>\n
\nin both hands at once? To leave<\/p>\n
\nPlace the daughter<\/p>\n
\nproduction. An unopened life<\/p>\n
\nshrink-wrapped, fathered. You splice<\/p>\n
\nis given two pistols<\/p>\n
\nJersey cowboy. There is dust<\/p>\n
\ndeveloped with fingerprints. Exposed, it dances<\/p>\n
\nhis fists, your fists, empty,<\/p>\n
\nworried stars.<\/p>\n Amanda Maret Scharf<\/a><\/h6>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"