Hourly Rates
Published in
Nov 18, 2022
My first daughter
was never mine
except for the way
that she curled into my arms
in time with the ticking of the clock.
My first daughter
was never mine
except for those moments
when she was utterly mine
and the world stopped
and I believed in stars that wrap you tightly
in a surrealistic dream.
We were charged by the hour
and then the hour was over.
