she stands before her bedroom door
in yellow striped pajamas,
deciding how to fabricate
the lies he made her promise.
but first she must herself convince
the hazards of her failing.
she smooths her hair, and sees the phone
which beckons from the table
a different choice it offers her
To freedom dipped in promise
not settled yet which way to go
the known or one uncertain
It is herself she must convince
the one she keeps on fooling.