“Do not talk to him,” she says,
If that is even humanly possible,
Me thinking he’s my boss
Though we both know
What she means
By talk
This is a new wrinkle
I have to live with
corking the bottle after
the Gennie is let loose,
damage done,
blood under the bridge,
One more piece of evidence
She can use against me,
In her case to build me
Into what she needs me
To be, good intentions aside
A new rule to the list
She gave me already,
The do nots
I somehow manage
To do regardless of the danger,
She having all the power
She needs to destroy me,
Showing mercy despite provocation,.
The quality of it
Dropping like rain from heaven,
And I think,
Maybe she doesn’t want
To pull the trigger
Unless she has to,
Needing to preserve
What she’s accomplished
Despite me.
“Don’t talk to him,”
She warns me,
And in my mind
I see her finger
Just ready to squeeze
And all I need to do
Is sneeze.
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