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Delicacy (late 90s)

A door resists when pushed,
until the force which assails it exceeds its strength,
causing a crash when the door is broken,
torn from its hinges and thrown
to the ground with a timid roar.

Gentility asks us to turn a knob,
so that the door and its hinge will cooperate,
without an idea of what it is that they do.
We manipulate, coerce, and softly caress
without license, or our victims’ knowledge

of the control we assume over them
by hiding our selves in the gauze of niceness.

A trembling hand holds a power
a fist can never hope to wield,
and a smile with a blown kiss, a fervor
which can turn a scream and a shout to mist.


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