Nina Bannett

Featured in Dying Dahlia Review

You are wearing kid gloves. Your princess cut
unable to gleam against twilight,

never within walking distance.
Infant gear steers your knees in the backseat.

Quick requests on the fly. A few minutes only.
Tell me I shirk my duty. Ask me to watch your baby.

Too far to stop. Even to drive by.
You balance some props between my teeth,

change gears willingly,
look at me only when necessary.