When I was four, I went shopping with my dad
For a present for my mom.
He picked out some perfume, and I remember
The saleswoman saying,
“What a beautiful girl,” and giving me
A box with tiny pillow and vial of perfume, gratis.
I look at my baby’s little blonde curls behind his ears
And understand how affection for sweet things
Might make a person behave
Irrationally.
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