The Causative

Why her mouth always twists 
every question into a story. Why the story 
wants to pull out everything that is past.
Why the past can't seem to figure out 
it's only a difference in the SIM card, if at all.
Why all the data in a chip cannot house the world.
One type of world wants to be touched, but never 
tasted. Another is entirely made by a frenzy of moths.
Why the paper doll lost its hat, traveling in the mail.
She doesn't know how to tell the mother 
who made her that she will likely never arrive. 
The other mother is more like her. She is faithful
to the one script still legible in her mind.