There is no category
in the toggle of truth and lie
for the conviction in your voice
when your son,
whose heart aches,
asks you if the ladybug
that landed on his arm
is Babette, the ladybug
from last summer,
and so you are clear and bright
as you dunk him in a long story
about Babette,
and how far she flew
to find him.
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