If the plan was to make me trusting again,
the madness was on your side.
To bring me to a meal with a woman
as the woman
I met last Bloomsday,
after spending a lifetime
of never knowing kindness
from any woman – or man – at all,
how on this goddamn earth
did you think that this – an
impossible dream, an
unsnatchable seem – could coolly
build me up
from the cruelty I had suffered yet?
What foolishness did you really propose?
Why do this thing to me?
Why hurt me
Why show me a paradise
and then slide it silently away?