If you go with me, I will go
And if you will not go with me, I won't go
but stand in place
mule-faced, kicking the floor
I said, Get dressed!
You say: You're not helping me.
I say, We'll be late.
you hold out your arms, so you do it.
Legs outstretched like a mannequin
knees locked unyielding
marionette with invisible strings
that twitch away from me.
No glory in this path
mouth twisted to rictus
coaxing, cajoling, screaming--
nothing helps.
All you want is to fall
burrow deep into the floor
I want to go back into your belly, you say.
I want to be inside.
But if they kill you, you add
I'll die too.
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