PR–139

Inside Job

It’s strange
It’s an inside job.
I’m on the inside:
So I’m a heist-guilty enticed fool.

I must go into some trance
I don’t remember
What happens
I see the red queen

I guess it’s hard too
To disprove a negative
But I feel ashamed; yes
I should know those eyes by now

Because each time there’s that cat-familiar
Sleepy of creepy of come
Some sudden from behind but forgotten
Rotten and unaccountably sexy surprise.