The abyss broke your microwave
to find a bug that wasn’t there,
the same bug your mother used
to listen in on every secret she wanted
kept from her: Your cruelty to friends,
small animals. Every birthday you forgot.
Every call of hers you ignored,
every lie you told, every excuse
you made that could not be believed
that she believed.
The abyss believes
this bug – bottle green, abuzz,
every wire alive with your lies.
The abyss calls your mom
to let her know.
Your mom cries,
hangs up, calls back. The bug
responds. Records. The abyss
listens in. Says, You know,
You’ve always known.
You tapped my wires.
Your mom sighs,
nods. You listen in. You try
not to. The abyss does
not hang up.