I have three complicated vibrators.
I keep in the shoe box under the bed.
Before even more recently I have thought.
That one or the other of my beautiful daughters.
Could be using them when they are feeling down.
I know how that should not sound.
Fifteen and Sixteen.
I have placed them in certain positions.
Coming in the back door the ends are always
pointed north out my front window.
They are always moved
and some times warm when I return.
I have given thought to approaching them about it,
the transparent one isn't so dreamy transparent.
Pregnancy could be running rampant or just ignor it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as my mom always said there a girls best friend