when i confronted my mom,
demanding the truth,
she told it.
i ran to my room, tears soaking my face
as if i hadn’t approached her,
determined to know it.
i felt so deceived!
clinging to the remnants of things i believed
to be true (that way children do)
“the cookies, too? you guys ate them?”
she solemnly nodded. my innocence
then she said
‘we can pretend you never knew!’
and i agreed (i liked to be deceived by
and still do).