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.
Originally published in Literary Mama, January 2009