When she texted me about the hair brush,
I was tempted to ask which end she used,
the smart aleck response I might
have spouted out in
junior high,
which might have made
her angry
just the way my
remarks did with bullies back then.
Just why she told me this, I may never know,
just as I may never
know more about her than I know now.
I am too caught up in what I think she is,
yet haven't a clue if
what I what I think is real,
if she actually likes me, or if she just likes
yanking my chain with remarks like
she made about the brush,
to see how shocked I might get,
though I would like to think she trusts
to tell me these
things,
though i don't quite
trust myself to believe it,
feeling as if I am a puppet
she the puppet master,
each time she pulls a
string,
my limbs jerk
and I do what she
wants.
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