My God, you made a cold call,
pressed a button
knowing it was a safe bet.
I’m not talking about Enter,
Continue or Next.
I mean the Mommy button,
milky in construct,
pliable in design.
Always the same effect.
Leave my daughter?
You knew I couldn’t.
Whatever she needed,
I was going to give.
Choose life, you said.
Choose life?
I thought I had.
Why did you give me
an either or proposition.
I’m a cloud in the sky
chasing other clouds.