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and so the ideal takes form
shaped by what we think,
by the way we allow ourselves to think
Mother and Daughter: A Collection of Phrases
I hate you.
I’m so sorry, Mommy.
…
I love you.
Stop jumping all over me, baby! You’re like sticky rice.
But I love you!
something breaks in the frozen night
tearing / you sit up and i stay
right here in these warm sheets
you say i am pretty only because the word beautiful
first; to detect a charlatan, check pulse.
is it too fast? then it’s a fake.
body too fat? a fake.
check body temperature. is the skin a frigid north pole, breakable like a stick?
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“I am going on a diet,” she announced.
“But McKenzie, you're only six! Besides, you’re beautiful!” I shot back.
“But,” she insisted, “I need to lose weight.
“No, you do not. I’m your nanny, I know these things. Now eat your lunch.”