Fucking Secrets

It’s infuriating

When someone has a secret

And is smug and hushed

Winking and hinting about its power

To disorient

The more it’s a secret

The more I want to know

Tease it out

Ask twenty questions

Bribe the secret succubus

With my own worn out tidbits.

Unfortunately though

I am a bad negotiator

Lack patience, too lazy to lie.

My mother took her secrets to the grave

Because I had nothing to exchange

She knew all mine already.

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