My Own Mata Hari

Last night I saw you clearly, for the first time, with all your untruths exposed, with all the explanations swept away, with all the lies stripped down. For a year you have been using me, pretending to love me, pretending to be cheating on your dimwit husband who now turns out not to be your husband at all, instead, your political controller. Now you say your child is in danger (which I believe) and you beg me, tearfully, to help you because I am the "only friend" you have in spite of all the lies, in spite of all the deception, not to mention the fake orgasms. And I think it is on this latter ground that my equivocal heart closes down on you. You can lie. You can lie. But how could you lie about that? Women do this all the time, you say. Maybe so. But you? ----------------------- Ich weiss nicht was Ich werden will .... People want love Instead they kill.