The call to avoid

You drink
I blink
One sip
We clink

I hear my name in the distance
and answer swiftly. It is my mother’s
voice but she denies it. It happens over
and again. The more I answer, the more
I do not feel my face, my tongue, and my soul. Some voices suck the
life out of you, others prick it with a
fork. This one hovered over till I
knew not my name. I look back at my
mother, busy, singing, forgetting to call
me back from this trance. But the more
I look, the more I see that I was never
called, never born. just a thought woven
from one who wished to be called

You drink
I blink
One sip
We clink.

LARDO