Baby

To my mother, dear:
you want to be my best friend,
but you hate me so —
And mother I see
you compete hard for his love —
but he’s my Daddy.
And why is it that
you want to be my baby,
when I’m your daughter?

(And why return now
in the form of a demon
when I’ve banished you?)

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