How Easily We Are Undone
"On Why I Would Betray You"
How easily our tracks
are filled. How easily
we are undone,
knowing the events
without the plot: caution and light and the odor of skin threading
the secret, a loom. What will happen?
What I do
in betrayal
is play at being small, the body a protectorate I can win back
at will; is alter the rules
in the pattern,
what happened.
by Jorie Graham
(lines 8-19)