the end of the last
failed
marriage, i put a moat around
my house.
barbed wire
and boiling vats
of oil
in the turrets.
the archers take aim
at anyone
that seems strange or
crazy.
and then the bell rings,
who goes
there i yell out.
it's me, your mother,
i baked you
some cupcakes. let me in.
i lower the gang plank
over the water
filled with snakes
and crocodiles,
and tell her to walk forward
slowly.
i have her searched,
then pour us both a cold
glass of milk.
to eat the cupcakes with.
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