a girl
a girl is not her mother
and expending much energy
she strives not to be
longing for
often stumbling
on the rocky footpath
of finding her own way
a mother
a mother sculpts
her misplaced yearnings
into a daughter’s pliable flesh
longing
then bored
abandons her piece
before it’s finished
for herself
i almost died
you didn’t notice
herself
you almost cried
i refused to see
longing