heart to heart

like cheese left out in a dish
we peek through the windows
to see my father drive away
the sign to begin chattering
my mother and i stumble over eachother’s
voices to get all we have to say out
before the key turns in the lock
and we scamper to separate corners
our voices muffled, no crumbs left
of the secrecy of being in love and
her admittance to trusting me
factors uncontrollable for father
he does not want to hear
we the mice hide our whiskers twitching
for another cheese opportunity

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