The American Poetry Review

FOUR POEMS

The Car

I wake from a dreamin which I’m speaking coarselyto my daughter who has taken offher clothes in the middleschool parking lot and is washingher body in ritual preparationto go onto the internet and find outif the rumor she heard abouther favorite YouTuber being deadis true. Get in the car. That is whatI hiss at my dream-child who hasmade me so angry by standing thereshowing the world her secret partswithout shame, without fear.

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