Trust again … and again … and again …

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 beautiful

as the woman

I met last Bloomsday,

after spending a lifetime 

of never knowing kindness 

ever consistent 

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 

on hurt 

with hurt 

upon more?

Why show me a paradise 

and then slide it silently away?

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