Ides of June: Monogamy Police

They tell themselves
they don’t know
that’s a gun.
I tell myself
I don’t know
I am leaning
on their trigger fingers.

Accidents happen
all the time.

Sometimes
it’s the old
Trojan Horse trick.
Eager for a gift
I let the army in.

Maybe they didn’t know
there was an army.
Maybe they thought
I should have known.
I should have
remembered.

Your certainty
has been my shield.
I held it
over my heart.

Now
your certainty is broken
because I
didn’t look
beside me,
didn’t remember
about accidents,
gifts,
and
friendly fire.