To the Daughter I May or May Not Have Some Day

Every curve on your body

reads like unpublished poetry,

understand, the public isn’t ready

for your static electricity,

a transient spark of beauty

of which Death’s envy

destroys by violence in your prime.

In spite of the crimes against you,

you must never forget,

you are sublime.

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