27 August 2025
writing life
a lie is a
secret in reverse
better not told
than believed
so i lifted
bundles of lies
up to the sun
for approval
no, said the clouds
nothing of substance here
the sky said, yeah, sure
i’ve seen them before
the earth said, come on
who’re you kidding?
my mother said, frankly
i’m not responsible
it was a relief
i bent to my task
sorting hellos from haloes
pencils from pens
and then
i found some paper