• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 09
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He said: trust me, if you saw where you were going,
I would not want to go there.
I have a habit of rushing into situations —
like bad relationships; or waitress jobs in a dive.
My bullshit detector never rings.
My head snaps in agreement like it was controlled
by an unseen rubber band.
I make decisions wearing a blindfold and ear plug.
Trust him? I exchanged my common sense
to be able to spin straw into gold. I never expected
the spindle to prick me and say, told you so.