Friendly Fire


It is amazing how quickly confidence dies

on the edge of a word

or a co-workers sigh

there is a concealed knife behind every curve

that forms on the edge of a mouth

a deceitful grin to draw you in


The daily battle is not drawn for me

and yet I find myself ahead of the regiment


my hands with no arms to bare

for I gave up weapons long ago

when I lunged forward to find a sword through my feet

and a gun under my chin


And so

still, I fall for the liar’s grin

that calls me friend

and reels me in again