False Identity – Number 17

welcome home, she demanded

and dreamed she had wrestled

her dog into accepting ten old

thank yous to secure everyday

silence when taking her child’s

Metrocard crying, he never says

you are welcome when I lose

every gift I have stolen tearing

up what silence she whistled

when she heard everyone leaving

crumbs where no one ate cheese

in place of grace and piety at home.

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