If I know you now at all
it’s because I know what not
to say in your presence.

If I remind you of something
you once said or did
you’ll scoff,

“That scrap
of the old phantasm!”

*

It was awful when my mother
pulled at things I said,
making them bigger or other
than they were,

snatching them out
of a context
that I wouldn’t—
really couldn’t—share,

it was so nebulous
and crowded