all the little girls inside of me 
rub their pink hands along my bones
to keep them warm;
they hold each other closely- 
whispering secrets and singing little songs.

me and my grown up body haul boxes,
move dressers, cry at photos on the floor. 

all the women i will be 
place their hands on my lower back to correct my posture 
and brush the hair off my face.
one of me is singing a song i haven’t heard yet
from somewhere in the corner.

i’ll hold this baby close to my chest, 
and then tuck her back inside of it- 

we owe it to each other now.