TAYLOR. FUCKING. SWIFT.

By Rhian Elizabeth

thanks to my teenage daughter, if you dare me to sing you

every single song taylor swift has ever written, i could easily

do it, lyric perfect too. in our house taylor’s name is sacred,

her face repeated on our walls like the image of our blessed

lady mary, and i feel i ought to make the sign of the cross each

time i pass it, even though i am not a practising catholic. i once

asked my daughter who she would save if we were both drowning,

me or taylor (she could only choose one of us), and i knew

by the awkward silence that followed that it would be me left sinking,

mouth open in a silent scream, while taylor is pulled from the water,

caramel hair falling in perfect, wet curls like an all-american mermaid,

ready to write her next song about heartbreak.

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