boa (wearing my daughter around my neck)
i am wearing
my daughter
around my neck
bound to wander
telling my story
of failing her
this is what
people do asking
how is your daughter?
and my story
repeats itself
a cyclic plot
she doesn't care
the way i care
she doesn't seem sad
the way i am sad
she doesn't notice
the way i notice
the pull of an adult child
around the neck
hangs heavier than human weight
i love my daughter
i love people who care
how do i love a daughter who doesn't care?
and i grow tired
weary of my voice
and the story i tell and retell
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