Cannot at Seven
Whenever I say to her, “Never
Let me hear you say
You cannot do something,”
I wait for her to roll her eyes.
But she does not roll her eyes.
She veers around her contrariness,
Restates her argument
To satisfy my command,
As if she understands its logic.
The ancestors are looming behind me
And she has already calculated the futility
Of turning to outrun them.
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