Can You Hear Me Now?

Get any closer to the mouth
piece could kill you. The bitch

in me steps outside
the invisible line I draw

each morning. I wasn’t paying
attention. Never thought I could

turn anything out. But fear
and pride conspire to plot

a demise—not mine. Not a suicide
left in the garden.

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