The bewitching of a young Indiana girl

a brief charm

stabbing so genuinely

touching me like a lady

like I meant something

to you (for an instant)

in your hard wood apartment

with your delivery sushi and hot tea

telling me that you would take care of the parking ticket

but now I comprehend

this was false

the sting of your disloyalty takes me and

moves me.

I asked to come to Chicago

to visit you but you told me you were busy

with work.

Or perhaps another girl.

though I know

I should not be astounded

and that I should not be troubled

it was only a little charm

that you cast on me like words sprinkled on the page to hypnotize

and this spell of your charm

and has been broken

from your cruel embrace of indifference.