"i'm giving up
an important part of myself to-day,"
she says
matter-of-factly,
as indicated by
the hyphen
between 'to' and 'day'
i don't bite
at first
but her persistant silence
grows wearisome rather hastily
"and which part is it
this time?"
i ask,
still morning-tired
and preoccupied
by my hair
that never obeys
she tactfully ignores my inference
that "to-day" is just another
in a series of attempts
at self-dismantling:
a handful of 'important parts'
flung away
with the tender attentions
of a spoiled child
"singing,"
she replies,
gauging my face
for a reaction
before drawing another breath
and continuing
"there's a clarity
in everyone else's voice
i just don't hear in mine,"
she says flatly,
"some people
simply aren't meant to sing;
i'm one of them."
(this is the part
where i grab my toothbrush
and stomp out of the bathroom
to brush my teeth
at the kitchen sink)
sometimes
i can't forgive my reflection
for the things she says
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