Hate didn’t have to blow my house down,
Initially, I only cracked the door to be polite.
The pitch was smooth and rapid, and I unconsciously
Relaxed the hold on the door-
somehow he glided in.
He brought up a variety of subjects.
Some triggered a bulging vein and a shadow over my eyes.
Somehow he never quite left, and the initial conversation we had
Spawned a wildfire in my blood, a neural groove that gradually pushes aside all others.