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So Help Me Listening

No no (dear god dear god dear god) I’m not mad at you.
Seriously, I AM (so help me) listening.
It’s just that I’ve got (Christ almighty) a tad to do,
and family genealogy (all who was and had) isn’t somehow glistening
at the top (or even slop) of my list of priorities.
But I know (no no no no) that you’re different;
wounded by small-town cruelties,
teacher slaps, kid snubs, a scrubbiness that rent
a childish heart in two (one two); scars’ scurvies
repustulating ache, like the cut in your hip (that too)
as even the straight mind topsy-turvies
here and there and there and there and you
have, I admit it, told me before
once or (but it’s sore, and yes I will try) more.
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I am posting the above for dVerse Poets Pub “Form For All” prompt hosted by Gay Reiser Cannon on “sprung rhythm,” a form of meter used primarily by Gerard Manley Hopkins.  I also tried to make it a sonnet – at least 14 lines – since that’s another Hopkins trick.