Believe me when I say
I do not do, I do not want
to be you, the buzz
that hums incessantly above my shoulder blade,
nipping at my neck with your noose tongue.
You'd hang me
if I hadn't stopped answering
your late night calls, your persistent push
until there was no edge to stand on.
Mother you are not the truth,
there's no truth left in you,
save from the miraculous birth sometime before
you said I do.
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