it makes her uncomfortable and
she pulls her sweatshirt down over her little belly as she watches him
watch Her, the one with the flat, tanned stomach...

she watches him watching the tv.
the gaze and sudden absence from all connection during
the victoria secret commercials.
she wonders if she can grown her hair long like that by the
end of summer.

she sees how different, how happy he acts with that one waitress.
the one that looks nothing like mommy. the one that looks nothing like her.
she pretends to read the menu as he stares at Her ass.

word up boys.
your daughters watch you.
and every glance, and every time you take notice,
she is taking notes, and she is making comparisons,
and she is wondering what she can do to become
what you seem to hold as something so important.