Dialogue of Soul
my whisper
says to whisper
Be
suddenly I am
my history
says to history
Was
so I was.
Hold the Mayo
slathered on my
life is the substance
I did not want
now I cannot rid
my mouth of its
unwelcome presence.
Onion
some say
layers, depth,
but all I taste
is her bitterness.
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