why her?
why again?
why am I doing this?

is this desperation or
truth?

this burgeoning love
that enters my house
in a suave suit but I
see him as an assassin
teeth replaced with
knives, finger taught
on some weapon

does this man enter
my house in honesty,
bringing with him a
word of truth?

does this man enter
my house in deceit
bringing with him a
means to tear down
all I’ve built up since
the last time I expelled
him from this place

we laugh about pancakes,
calling them devil cakes
after the fact that they are
hard as hell to make

but I gaze beyond her face
looking into the eyes of the
man standing behind her,
and wondering what he’s
doing back again