Tyrannosaurus Regina

Here’s a little poem about that wild thing I call a daughter.

Enjoy.

Tyrannosaurus Regina

When did you become
a dinosaur?
I brought home
a little girl from day care—
now I’ve got a Tyrannosaurus Regina
tearing up the carpet
with taloned toes
and roaring
for more milk more juice
“please”
rubbing its belly
with shortened forelimbs—

As I fill a mug
ignoring
the snaps and snarls and roars
I feel teeth sink into my thigh
and cry
in agony—
One more brontosaur
felled
by the Queen of the dinosaurs.

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