If you're on the fence ...

       If you're on the fence:

         He's not worth your hope

             And everyone knows it

                  (Or he totally is

                     And a few people do);

                He's a heart-scoring scalpel

                 That he's named “confidence”

                    (Or he turns blind and dizzy

                             Moving in to your view).

                   If you're at the fence:

                You have too much trust

              In the soul-depth of skin

           (Or you want to look past,

          But that film's all you see);

        You want to be a part of

      What he pretends he is

  (Or you haven't seen his best

  There, waiting to be).

If you're in the fence:

   It's yours – and you tied it

      To make your lawn look square

         (Or to bring some shade

            That, sun-lit, looks like a hole);

                 You need to jump out

                 For the dim or the bright

                      (Or spread, like fine roots,

                                Through the line you've poled).