like to quarrel, like to prod
and poke
the bear within
you.
they like to point out
your deficiencies,
your occasional
laziness
or indifference.
they give you a list
of things to do.
pointing at a cob web
in the corner.
they pull lint off your
sweater,
tell you about the lettuce
in your teeth.
they have become
your mother,
packing your lunch with
cut carrots.
not a single cookie, or
treat.
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