Friday, May 28, 2010

Liar's Lament

she's angry at herself
for reasons I'll never be
able to properly appreciate
she's cute, but somewhere by her neck
I can smell the crazy
she's glancing and squinting
rooting out nefarious conspiracies
but when she's talking to me
the broken things line up
in neat little rows
like I'm validating something
like I'm a ticket to something
brighter
like I've got a direct line
to the fires that shape the universe

and she's cute and crazy
and laughs like I can help
so is that fair?
am I taking advantage?
I got plenty of snake oil

so why won't I tell her the truth?

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