Do you remember?
When you were inside
When no one knew you were there.
Do you remember what it was like to be a lie?
To believe that we were the daughter
of a man who’s last name you wouldn’t even remember.
Do you remember what it was like to live deception?
Wool over your eyes
your mother calling it peek-a-boo.
Do you remember what it was like to be found out?
Early afternoons, was it blood or swab I don’t recall.
Do you remember when you were a sad truth?
I don’t remember
I can’t recall if it was in person, writing, behind closed doors.
I do remember a video tape
and a sad sorry, I’m your dad I guess.
I remember putting on a straight face
pretending not to care.
Try to remember woman
You’ve grown quite old for peek-a-boo