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I want to tell my mother about the knot in my throat

About how It’s been lodged there for a decade

how I’ve told her before without ever using the word “knot” or “throat”

How I wished, hoped that this mother-daughter bond would include intuition or telepathy

About how its been there so long I don’t remember if it really got there the way it got there

I’m not sure I know the difference between reality or imagination anymore

And if that’s not real 

Then 

What other memories has my brain put in my head?

I want to to tell her I don’t mean to be rude

I don’t mean to not laugh at the joke

But I’ve learned that my silence can mean more than just “yes” 

About how I am always, still protecting someone

Her, him, them, us

-Annette

Shadow and light

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