Mother Goose and Aesop don't have anything on me

by Nanette Bellman


he can look right thru me
like he's got this death glare
and I usually get those looks
when I tell stories around a campfire
like they're Shakespearian classics
about sleeping with a guy
in a funeral home and so forth
but the truth of the matter is
that when girls play Mother Goose
and tell tall tales that aren't so tall and aren't fables,
we tell them intentionally
and at the prefect time
so 3 days later when we confess
that that's why we tell those stories
to consciously hurt you
and you ask why
    it's because I just want to know
    that you still care about me.


Posted on 07/29/2008
Copyright © 2020 Nanette Bellman

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/03/08 at 02:57 PM

Very nice.

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