Getting to know him wasn’t like peeling back an onion.
Getting to know him was like chipping ice off a
frozen windshield with a credit card
in Minnesotan sub-zero temperatures
with no gloves and a broken defroster.

Getting to know him was simultaneously
delightful and exasperating.
An enigmatic archeology expedition
that she did not yet wish to terminate.

Or an extended military action
sustained only by covert operations.
With the right armor, she thought,
she could brave any resistance
or rejection. She would tear
down that damn wall he had built
around himself rock by rock…

But was it worth it?



(Perhaps they were both too damaged
for anything to happen.)