I suddenly stop cleaning up
in my small apartment

on upper eastside

you left something behind

A black unmarked t-shirt
smelling lightly of sweet smoke
and a warm body

Then I suddenly realise

that you are different from me

and I can't decide in this world
where all is right
and everything is wrong

If you are different from me
or am I from you?

Are you the demon or angel

Maybe I'm the redhead devil

and you the child of a saint

with golden curls

Will I go bloody out of this fight
where we conjure war
with your eyes blindfolded

Please unmake
this spell cast over me

You're not even realising
keeping me

from being free