oh god, the great and terrible beauty of it: for my daughter when she worries about her weight →
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To my daughter I will caution that human beings are not ships
and cannot be saved from sinking no matter how low the tide
or how quickly the bucket hauls the water from the hull.
To my daughter, who kisses men’s knuckles like raw egg yolks,
I will nail a whisper to…