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I’d tell our daughter

one day
you’ll figure out what
you’re longing after
a broken brick
or an empty staircase
one day
you’ll figure out how long
a long time is
when it’s a question
from a stranger or a Tuesday
night and you can’t see
straight anymore
one day
you’ll figure out if apathy
trumps your beliefs
when you’re crying
and asking for your mother
one day
you’ll figure out some
poems don’t have endings