princess papa
i love treating my father like a doll
creating for him princess dresses
to look at the future in an inward spiral
knowing i belong somewhere in
his wrinkles
when growing old seems like a luxury
i make up images of what
i could look like over there
and he puts his body at my disposal
to do that
i cover him up in my drawings
in fabrics i buy thinking of him but
thinking of me
i action him like a barbie
love me and take the pose
love me with my needles
and my need to make use
of your shape
be a picture for me
i’ll tend to it like a garden
in our attic
you called it symbiosis
this time i accept
the name you give
if you accept
to be my fairy
dress
2024