In Facebook a girl posts in her status : _______ is the daughter of the sun.
And she looks golden gleamed by the words in the screendropping frame of her face.
And i do believe she is, it works. I would never have believed it if it were my status:
Moth is the son of the sun. No, but her Croatian name interweaved, and her profile pic
smiling with teeth capturing light and her bronze body askew, sunshine it does.
I wouldn’t have believed it of another girl, a girl not as beautiful or outdoorsy.
Unworthy of sunlight’s incessant extensions, fiddling under skirts, grass, tables, sunlight tentacles always cringing into lotus flowers, sunpowerhousing the body’s wild swivelling door.
And the daughter is drunk with her father.
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