Salt
you'd feel better if I were
tucked inside a closet
then you'd return to your safe grownup world
with safe business suits and safe breakfast cereals
and company picnics
Nothing's safe about me
I make you nervous
because I am not dry-clean only
I am the kid who beat you in
the eighth grade presidential election
and though you hated him for it,
admiration crept into your defeated journal entries
You love me and despise me
I am too dangerous because I
am my own enemy and best friend
you're afraid because I
am you
-MWE
28 July 2000
