Envoy
By Ann Keniston
A different version was published (under the title “Dreamed Beloved”)
in the Missouri Review Online.
I permit you to refuse
to speak. Don’t
reenact your suffering anymore.
It’s time to end
the pathos, bathos, tears
you despised in life. You’re expert
at coming back. Or pretending to
since it’s I who invoked, then
made you speak, not
to prove my power
but to show you never left.
Remember how you let me pinch
your lips till I thought I was
your ventriloquist and voice? Best friend
and confidant, mommy, sister I never
had,
waiting in the wings,
when you weren’t called: now
it’s time to cut me off, call
my bluff, be quiet, stop. Please
release us both.