Fool Me Once
Mistakes made.
No, they’re not for me! They must belong
to another.
Their sticky
surface makes tendencies far too webbed
to recover.
Confidence
in knowledge is tricksy as a black
spindly cat, relaxed.
Dare to trust
a purr, two seconds too long — wha-blap!
Nail tracks, blood
Drops, a long hand.
At least it’s a reminder of what not
to play next round.
