There is nothing more dangerous
Than a grain of truth
I have an acquaintance I dare not call a friend
Who having found a crack in my defenses
Will ease it wide by deft manipulation of a doubt
Then nails upon my inner doors a summons
I know this document by heart
It is a wanted poster detailing
Heinous crimes of personality
That in reality describe her more than me.
And yet with each assault however fanciful
I believe her long enough
To fall again into her arms.
And then I let her comfort me.
Later I feel dirty, enraged
I stand a long time in the shower
Making resolutions in the rising steam
I know I will not keep.
Penguin Poems 