Seance

I wish my mom were alive for various reasons

But especially because I have a pressing question

This morning I was shaving my legs

And remembered when I was 12 

My mom got mad at me for 

Not asking permission to shave my legs

I didn’t question if my mom was weird

My knee jerk reaction was:

OH SHIT I FUCKED UP

Lie about it. Lie fast! Say: 

“I didn’t shave my legs 

I don’t have leg hair” 

I’d like to be able to call her now and say:

“Hey Mom sorry I lied about 

Not having leg hair

But also I’m just curious 

Why did you need

To be the boss of my leg hair?

Did you want to collect it 

For something?”

Or I might make fun of her by asking:

“Hey Mom, can I shave my legs?

I’m about to take a shower and

I just wanted to run that by you

To make sure it’s OK.”

And she’d be like: 

“What?”

And then I would explain and

She’d pretend not to remember 

But I know I’d be able to hear in her voice

That she still secretly wants a vote