boobytraps dance with my ego so skillfully still they cause me to giggle any more though not cringe as they used to I can’t catch them every time I do step into the ankle noose so beguilingly hidden there in the brush yet as I hang from this swinging escapade I can only emit a sigh and a giggle I have been here too many times before to realize God’s hand in setting the trap that has become this practical joke meant to tease me into falling back into myself
runon: ankle noose
