a fraud must believe, too

Never just me.
However you need,

however, I’ll be.
Like smoke slid

in like previous whiskey,
fire wisps,

fire drowns.
And follows itself

into new form,
first

afraid it’s too alike.
A fraud must

believe, too.
Then, forgetting

how unlikely.
A centaur’s first street

fair, alone.
Then so lucky,

only a dream is so lucky.
Sometimes laughing

with others
who must sense

us, condensed,
frontbodied, pushing

soft walking
circles onto a ledge.

Imperceptible
where your face

turns into breath
and vanishes

in the home.
Can’t matter

in the home.
Some fire

makes form
only folly,

however all three
follow us to take

your shape
down with mine.

[Brenda Shaughnessy {1970- } 'You Too, Not Just Me' from Human Dark with Sugar]