my ego is in play
all words want to exit
negative: full of spite
full of false trumps
in this card game
we play - it has been like
this for a week, two, maybe
more: today I knelt, lit a candle
set my cards down: found
they pale to the pain the woman
before me or the one beside me
or the one waiting for me
it is like that with falseness
the negativity of a child
who has her heart's desire
how easily the negativity goes
if it is my son on a cross: now
I understand why his mom hugged me as we left
