Linda Rigel

I hate Woody Allen.
Not for his silly sex life
or the work devolved
from recognition
to repetition. Etc

I hate Woody Allen because he lied to me
in that intimate, fragile
between auditor and object

he put his face on that object,
that scene of the crime
seconds before the credits roll in Manhattan.

"You need to have a little faith in people"
and Woody's sweet, no-defense smile
affirms: yes,
people are in the end faithworthy.

Of all the lies in all the world,
that bald one slipped into
my operating system.

And so many decisions
made on that assumption which,
of course,
led on to disaster. Etc.