September Poem 14: Clickbait Addiction

In your billfold. Nestled in the inside

Pocket of a woolen coat. As if there’s

Money changing hands. You would look at your

Daughter as if grapefruit. As if airplane.

As if a commodity to be bought

And sold. As if her Japanese lanterns

In the window lit straight to the street to

Invite all the men who have visited

Over the last month. Over night. Over

A few hours. Over the grunts and smells

Coming from her room. Over the money

That pays for all the in app charges that

You rack up on your cell phone so you can

Feel like a good, responsible parent.

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