the record

the record                                    February 14, 2015
i have learned, my friend,
to pause
when you make your accusations
and assess your motivations.

i need no deniability
i still have a record
of two decades.
those messages you erased?
i have them all.

either you are a liar
or you are fickle and foolish.
you may claim you don’t remember
or pretend you do not care
but i know it is not me
who wants deniability.

you are so sure you know me
you refuse to see or hear me
preferring instead to twist my words
to fit your little box.

how many times have you closed
that box and buried
it only to find i wasn’t in
it? do i look like a zombie
back from the dead?
or is it possible you do not know me?

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About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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