2012/bludgeon

How often do you bludgeon
my joy
with some sleight of
tongue in tone or word
that leaves me reeling,
the blow that leaves
no mark.
So no one sees
but me, and I am
long since conditioned
to know it’s coming.
Just not when
so I’m always caught
off guard.
Just when I relax
and believe the moment
is real and try
to string two of them
together.
But nothing can be trusted,
nothing can be built
that in an instant
you can’t (won’t) destroy.

8/15/12