ending con tricks.

To you, at whatever state you are now
Spare me the gesture
Of your being having known.
Avoid the trick of pretense,
Of enrapturing specs turning poison
As each beats the ears
Or touches these eyes.

To you, huckster who once
Knocked on my door,
Selling one’s self for affection. Die
In my memory.

To you, the entity who
Continuously resides in me,
Dance in harmony with absence
And loosen me from the ties
Of hokum lies.

To you, who made me forget
The things that I deserve
Must end en bloc, until I can
No longer memorize.