Just when you think you're safe,
even safe enough to exchange pleasantries
with strangers in elevators,
you hear that someone has been upset with you
because of something stupid
you are supposed to have said
15 years ago.
And elsewhere perhaps someone you've
utterly forgotten (or remember only
a smiling face in a crowd briefly
frowning)--
someone daily cherishes
the rosary of your misdeeds
and hones a dagger.
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