in or out

she is caught,
now,
between two
pulls,
and this is
something
new
to her, because,
it is supposed,
she has
pulled,
before,
but never been pulled
like this.
this is not easy, for if
anyone knows
who’s
entered
a
door
or
left
one,
sometimes it gets
confusing –
push or
pull -- and sometimes
even when
someone has
been
good
enough
to give us proper and specific
directions
we still
do
just
the
opposite. she knows this,
too,
of course,
knows which way
to push
and/or
to pull, but is bewitched,
nonetheless, for if
you – or me,
or her, in this
instance -- spend
any part of a life
simply
pushing, you or me or,
in this case, she
can become
seduced by the other
(or resistant or insistent
enough) so
that the pulls
remain, though
remain they do
unrequited.
it is a satisfying predicament,
then,
but ill-fated,
too,
we all
discover, sooner
or
later, one way
or
another.
alas.