For Olyvia
Amphibious
by Erin Murphy
My daughter wants to take
a framed oil painting to school,
a nude with loose breasts and a belly
ripe as the full moon. Why? Because
we’re studying frogs, she says,
and it’s a frog. I cock my head
to consider the angle of the draped arm
but can’t get past the female form.
My daughter, though, is swimming
in amphibians, bringing [...]