An Expectant Mother's Motion Parallax

An Expectant Mother's Motion Parallax

by Tricia Louvar

For My Daughter

Never eat a corn dog in front of a boy
Unless he's already spotted your friend
Actually, there is no reason
You should even care.

A new lipstick might get you nowhere
But a pocketful of tickets buys glances
Past stubs and cups. Make curfew minus
Mashed potatoes in your pants (like her and her);

He'll say You're the kind we marry.

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Originally published in Literary Mama, January 2009