i lie to you & pretend i have a daughter

this is the ziploc bag i usually keep her in.
toys strewn across the lava pit. she is the one
who tore the hole in the wall. the one that leads
right into bee hive burning. i bake a cake because
it is her birthday or mine. we live on a dwindling. 
i tell her stories about how when i was small 
daughters were everywhere. i had a closet of daughters. 
then, they all went to war or turned into glaciers 
just to melt a year later. a monster is gathering sticks 
at the soy bean fields' edge. i sent my daughter there 
with a pocket knife & she didn't come back.
i call out like crow to her. the mountain's echo back. 

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