Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Twenty
Summer 2009
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How My Daughter Draws
Rachel Mallino

These must be the shapes of her world:
triangles, boxes, circles-- the rooftop,
someone's body, an animal's eye.

Everything now is either straight or round.
Even her heart, its triangle base and the top
round like buttocks. The bird

with its ninety-degrees of body and beak
perched happily on a branch. When she
is content with the world, I watch her

tape each finished piece to our porch and prepare
myself for future imitation: the spinning pinwheel,
the arch in an eyelash, her legs- the shape of a wishbone.

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