Mother
i am not one to probe closet or dresser
I am safe with your secrets if any
as my mother asked me on her last day to get the gun to kill her
I kew all my childhood where it was and the speculum to abort the child
and I am the perfect guest and want to be alone in my dreams
of childhood to recoil and entertain a conversation with a world
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