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Body of Fun

He treats me the way Buster Keaton treated the women in his films
I am his prop
A ladder, trampoline, back to climb up and over
An arm to grab to get out of his way
He studies the lines on my forehead,
the ones he caused,
like mysterious hieroglyphics only he can decode and reveal
as he giggles without translation
The left eyebrow is a dime store toy
My eyeglasses a shiny mirror to peer into
The shirt pocket a place to warm his small hand
Either eyelid is something to poke
Ultimately, a father to love



A third of the way there now!