Bradley says I like it
when you sound vulnerable.
You seem more human.
You should let that happen more often.

I don’t know what the look on my face is.
I hope it’s the practiced granite
I have fashioned
over these last few years.
I don’t much want to be vulnerable,
I mutter.
Being vulnerable is…
I don’t finish the thought.

Bradley doesn’t either.
He simply sits
and listens.

If I share
if I admit
if tell too much,
I don’t know
what people will know about me
and I don’t know if I’d like that.

I like to be in control
which vulnerability ill affords,
I say.

Well, do what you like,
Bradley says,
but I thought vulnerable looked good on you.
and he walks away.

I don’t know what my face looks like now
either.