If you and I ever meet,

I’ll dig a hole with one foot

and slip into it.

What I’ve said to you

goes far beyond

what I was taught

as decent behaviour.

Keeping distance

between stranger

is the first rule

of good manners.

Your poetry is to blame.

Because I stand naked

before it,

I start believing

I can stand naked

before the world.

I keep telling myself

I should feel ashamed.