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 :)
Second stanza - perfection