frail care

by Lise Day

As I kiss my mother
I try to step away,
leave her angry words
puddled on the floor
discarded, as an ill-fitting frock.
But, I discover underneath,
a corset of hurt so tightly bound,
that it is difficult to breathe –
and I cannot reach behind
to undo the restricting hooks.

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