Reason

Persistence wends its way through me,
and dogged determination is my downfall –
rendering me as emotionally aloof and socially distant
as a rosy clan of Irishmen
on Christmas Eve,
before there’s been anything to drink –
born of those same people who show up for a free dinner,
but not the funeral of your son.
Bereft of common decency and acrid in approach,
the air around me is as sharp as the air inside me,
so I am drawn to the caustic
and it is drawn to me.
I cannot help but stun with simplicity,
decanting your disbelief while simultaneously
trapped in detachment,
imperceptibly pushy –
I
will
never
give
up.
The reason is simple:
unguarded and languid is the realm of loss.
Unrelenting diligence, well-thought and well-planned,
directs the win.
I won’t be duped by dazzle,
or upended by the ubiquitous.
Keep underestimating me, I say,
you will be taken in
then taken out
and apart.
Refusal is the reason.