Mothering must be
intrinsically hypocritical,
I decided;
then made my apologies,
repented,
and asked his forgiveness,
feeling the weight
of the next sixteen years
suspended
in the space between
us.
He cocked his head,
like he does,
tickled my arm,
and pretended not to hear
the question,
but today I will take
what I can get.
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