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Literary Journal for Young Writers

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Primogeniture

By Lauren Mills

I am thinking of my mother
and my mother’s mother’s mother
as I stay, languid, soaking my hair in sun

I am thinking of exponential prefixes
stretching back—the greats—
as I fall for none but July skies

I am thinking of the body mine was traced from,
the slope of my nose, their echo,
as I dodge, cheat, and forget fate

I am thinking of primogeniture’s pressure
for a tan line ‘round my ring finger
as I weave a crown of violet and rose

I am thinking of being a wife
and more, the pain it brought and brings,
as I long to be all they could have been

I am thinking of daughters
and more, how they stop you in your tracks,
as I commit to moving on and on and on

 

Lauren Mills is seventeen and feels it in her bones. She enjoys pasta, rain, drawing, and tv shows about strange towns.

Filed Under: Poetry Tagged With: December 2022

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