a chill,
chill crawls over me.
all over
my back,
my neck,
my face.
I’d seen,
seen the look
of innocence,
of lie,
of cheat
and steal.
a big dose
of real,
realization
it’s not for me.
It’s not about you.
It’s not what
you up to?
It’s the not,
not knowing
that hurts.
a cold
cut slap
of meat,
meets meat
across
a foolish face.
