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.