Cut the Eyes First

The greater the stakes,
The greater the risks
Carried by mistakes,
The harder things are
To fluidly carve.

The afternoon sun
Is a golden block
Of ivory holding
Your daughter’s person
In potentia.

How could you reveal
That real persona,
Doing her honor?
She’s in an armchair
Leaning toward you,

Her phone in her hand
So she can show you
The clips that she’s made
Of herself with friends
Swimming and dancing,

And then questioning
Each other on dreams
And absurdities,
Hers the most surreal,
As her eyes reveal.