The green woman from my dream
handed me an ax, told me to break
down the door. I held the ax limply,
hesitating. Break down the door,
she insisted, an overbite to her tone,
this time adding the word goddamn.
Break down the goddamned door.
I lifted the ax, froze.
Her voice softened, a testimonial caressing
of my cold skin, as she assured–
There are no demons in there,
What you’re going to find
is what you really fear most.
I knew what she meant, what
wasn’t waiting for me on the other side,
what I feared.
I dropped the ax and walked away,
the green woman’s disappointment trailing behind.
Some fables, you see,
especially the ones in which
failure is an option.