“Look out for the bungee sticks,”
my DI told me long ago
when he assumed my final
destination would be Vietnam.
it was good advice in any war zone,
even where people lay
traps for me,
assuming I am doing
what they think
rather than what I
actually do
So, I feel bushwacked in a place
I thought I would be
safe,
each telling me
secrets
they hope I will
divulge
so they can catch me in the act,
they seem disappointed
when I don’t bite their bai
t because I see the jagged edge
of the fishing hook waiting
to sink into my flesh
. I’m just stupid enough to bait myself,
she more bait than all the secrets,
she the mysterious
being
who floats on the surface
of this polluted
pond,
waiting to be snatched up
and swallowed,
hooking any of us who dare.
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