MAMMA MANGER
you pressed all the

compassion out of me

until there was only

                         anger
run along!

run along!
      it’s what you said

nothing to see 

here

(policing the

child in me)
and then you

turned the 

other cheek oh sorry

I mean to say

you went one-eighty
accused me of being 

that proverbial ungrateful dog

spoiling for

a fight

snarling in some other

better-by-far child’s manger

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