Dodging Bullets

She was poison

Disguised as passion

A buzzard

Who sees

A hummingbird

When she looks in the mirror

And her favorite thing to do

Is to look in her mirror

She’s got a finger

That points to everyone else

And eyes

That get big

As if she sees monsters in all of us

She writes poetry now

And I know that it’s about me

She’s attempting to flip my script

Well, Doll, this is what I do

But rarely am I the muse

And honestly

It’s pretty cool

Even if she does see me as a villain now

It’s still super neat

To have someone who you don’t give a single shit about

Write about you

Now I know how she probably felt for years

How cool.

CH 1/19/24