Maternal

I lie.
Newspaper print billows from my mouth in the frame.
Leaning against the closet wondering if I look awkward to you
like the twitchy boy between classes does to me.
You want to trust me so much,
But want so badly to put me back in the egg under your body,
mother goose incubating her babies.
Anonymous thank you card, blue envelope, for your efforts.

I'M STILL LYING

You are boring into my eyes,
they don't care, won't tell you the truth
They don't want you to know

DON'T BELIEVE ME

I am trying to feed it to you, not force feeding
more like low fat yogurt,
a baby spoon, wrap up in blissful ignorance
I almost try to protect you from my cruel intentions,
surprise, fruit on the bottom!
Anonymous sympathy card, yellow inside, for wanting me to be okay