Jack of One Trade

Jack is your closet in the middle of the night
Jack is fucking your boyfriend on your couch,
Teenagers, messy, sticky, hard.
Jack is a car accident, a war.

You meet Jack on the way up the stairs
All you wanted was a drink of water-
By there he was
Wicked smiles and hands like knives,
Curling their way down, down...
Even past where the boyfriend you fucked on the couch
Laid his hands and mouth;
Raising your skin,
His cold smile reaches in and twists you inside out.

Jack is a storm, standing in a dinghy
Jack is the dangers out in the woods
Things that could hurt you even more than he could
Jack is agony, Jack is the F-word nobody is afraid to say.

You're acquaintances now, you see him everywhere
Your friends hospital room, dark as a shadow in a clean-cut suit
Undressing you with his eyes, vulnerable......
You shake hands with him, standing next to the too-polite man at the bar
The one who buys you a drink while you're in the bathroom;
Jack is your new best friend, your lover, taking the place of the boyfriend on the couch
Because he can get inside you so much better than what's-his-name-could.

Jack is beautiful, Jack is complex.
Jack is dark and twisted and sensual,
That dark side of you nobody knows
Jack is in everyone, fills everything.

So the next time you're in bed with Jack,
Raking ribbons of black blood on the fine-boned back
When he pins you down and ties you to the bed,
Whip him
Because he has other people to visit, and he needs to leave.