SONNET AS LIST OF THINGS TO TELL THE DAUGHTER THAT I MIGHT SOMEDAY HAVE

Eat a lot of cheese. Look at the moon. Pallbear 

my memory after I die. Keep cash in your wallet 

or keep friends that do. Always buy coconuts 

from roadside fruit stands. Let sweet juice drip 

down your beautiful chin. Know that it is beautiful 

because my body is your body and my body 

is hardy and soft and a forum for freckles. 

Remember that you are magic enough 

to build bone from birria burrito. Prepare 

for an aching afterwards, a concaved mattress 

left in your apartment that isn’t your bed. Pretend 

to be asleep after long and late drives and let me 

carry you inside. Let me lay you down and curl 

myself around you like a half-furled fiddlehead.