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.