I could be a magician.
Give me anything
........and I'll turn in into something else.
With cunning sleight of hand
that no one else can follow
I'll take something harmless
and make it a weapon for myself.

Give me your laughter, in another room.
I'll change it, starting with its reason.
Which now becomes the stupid thoughts I had earlier.
But how could you have heard those?

So give me a string of words
from the next room, overheard.
I'll hear "she..." and make her me
and from silence
create sentences slating me.
But then I hear you say her name
and mine is not the same.

So give me the smile you didn't give
and I'll decide why you held it back.
Because I'm stupid and you hate me
........-but you don't.
I just looked away before you smiled.

So give me the name
of one who despises me,
if it isn't you.
Someone who gives me harmless things
that cut deeper than razor blades.
Me.

So for my next trick
Give me the joint in your hand.
but I don't need to transform it.
It's job is done.

Because today
you put your illegal high before me,
your own trick
deceiving your body

And with a puff of smoke
every illusion of a wall between us
becomes real.
You could be a magician.