Through Glass

My daughter at age 7

is a window

into girl world

a land of star-shine and unicorns

so today I ask her

to give names to all her leotards

and she names them

Bronwyn who is brown,

Cinderella who is yella,

and Fred who is purple.

Why Fred? I ask.

Because it’s too tight, she says,

and I sweat in places

and it’s embarrassing

and Fred is the old man who stares.

Joe Cottonwood lives under redwood trees in La Honda, California dodging wildfires and playing with grandchildren. He is the author of the underground novel Famous Potatoes. His most recent book of poetry is Random Saints.