HIEDI M. BAUER

I held my doll but
she felt foreign in my arms.
She was too big
or not big enough.
My arms had grown.
Don’t be frightened.

Cue the drums

undulate
hips inside
glitter pink hoops roll trance like
down
silky
haired
legs
spin around one wrist raised triumphant
young breasts swaying communal
drumbeat
hemp skirts
androgynous hair

Sleeping daughter
who wakes with Gollum eyes
curled like a comma
I wish she would pause.

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