First, you can never trust her. When she says,
“I drown my kittens when they first open
their mouths,” illusion of persona may
mask her. She wears colored contacts, hoping
you will never view true hue of her eyes.
She’ll shove you with irony, knocking you
off balance to help find your center. Try
as you might, might proves worthless. Only true
self can save you. And her, too. Should you fall,
some unseen hand catches you. “Is this her?”
you may ask, but never know. Still, it all
depends on faith, I guess. When she whispers,
“I’m peeling off my flesh so you’ll cover
me in yours,” you pray you’ve found a lover.
Roger Armbrust
May 27, 2007
