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Welcome
to My Website
Amy Small-McKinney
Poet, Editor, Teacher
You Are Still My Daughter
My body steel wool and parchment
literal and figurative soft vowel hard consonant
My body lavender and gunmetal gray
its long corridor leading back toward another
Returning as it always does
to stuffed giraffes and painted slats of wood
Though you are thirty-one years old
still my body hears yours
Though miles away heart in mouth
when I catch your sorrow
Or joy and forget whose body I carry
mine a well-used oak table
Or yours the orchid you brought to me years ago
that keeps reblooming
Pacific Review, 2024, BODY Issue
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