undermine all the longing
to tell me in a second
that you've got a problem
& that problem
might be me.

coloured pins in disarray.
poison touches in plastic cases,
wanting flesh of queens to pierce
regretfully.

throw down the words in conversation,
like a casual remark. why does it
mean everything to me?

you never knew the difference
between differences,
always following footsteps under the tide.
oh, i doubt you'll ever see
the parralells between
what you've said
& what you've done.

it's once-too-many,
one time more.