Funny, You Don't Look Like a Grandmother
The first time Sweet Baby stopped flowing
her mama bathed her in a tub
till her skin ran livid
as her sunset hair.
Next time, she forced her daughter to mount
her horse, bareback, and ride between stones
crowning through hills
back and forth for weeks.
Not once thinking
perhaps the poor girl's eggs
simply shrank from fear,
that all she needed was
to meet new people,
eat a good steak.
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