She turned and her face said
I can read you better than you can read me
and it was right in my face like an insult
I closed the refridgerator door an adult
went to the sink a child
washed a few dishes for relief
and she looked at me and saw
the blatant defect unbandaged and raw
She spoke to my age
but looked at my infancy
my helplessness
her eyes laughed
I sought comfort in vessels
cups and bowls and houses
somewhere to save my own wavering spirit
Now like a post was half burnt half torn flag in the wind
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