Frightening, springing out

like a jack in the box.

Something in her foolishness and candor

is enticing. Where is she from?

I look down and hear darkness in the box.

Treacle, absurdity. I love her strange stories, her ignorance,

her subtle praise keeps me there, listening.

I am enchanted by my reflection in her eyes.

This is how she sees me, I think.

Until the sudden swish of a switchblade--

and I am cut in two, breathless.

I have paid dearly.