my girls my girls
my almost me
mellowed in a brown bag
held tight and strong
at the ton
like a good lunch
until the bag turned
weak and wet
and burst in our rooms
we wiped up the mess
and dressed you in our names
and here you are
my girls my girls
thirty quick fingers
reaching for the door
i command you to be good runners
to go with grace
go well in the dark
and make for higher ground
my dearest girls
my girls
my more than me