but to whom could
i possibly confess
a secret,

any secret? not to my mom,
who’s never around. a time
or two,i’ve begged her to
listen,

to give me just a few
precious minutes between
campaign swings. of course
it’s true
the wrong secret could take her
down, but you’d think she’d
want to hear
it. i mean, what if she had
to defend it? really, you’d
think
she’d want to be forewarned,
in case the international inquisitor
got hold of it.  does she
think
this family has no secrets?
the clues are everywhere, whether
or not she wants to
know.