Liar Poem

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Liar Poem

I’ve turned happy

because my favorite feeling in the world is the moment a tear crests the breaking line of my lashes and slips fast to the high point of my cheek, and stalls, and slips again 

and last night I read an account

of a man frustrated with his lover

and it reminded me of my dog

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the man’s plea sounded something like

I’m asking for help I’m asking for help I’m asking for help

she responded

this happened in November and I was not notified about it until now, I do not have the receipt but I paid the toll in cash

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this time it’s t-shirts under sweaters

inside the house and

everywhere else

I pretend I’m borrowing yours

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teeth on the table

I’m feeling quite relaxed about it

the soap in my mouth

tastes just fine now

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after all, what will weather me if not the noise of the metal flying by

if not the stretch of my neck waiting for the wheel to turn

when I feel able

I open my ears to it 

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the last friend I’ll ever make

lives far away from here

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Thank you very much,

Jordan :)