On April 2nd, When All Lies Lose Their Nerve

No lie, not even the elegant ones,
survives the arrival of April 2nd.
It comes in quietly,
feverish but polite,
like someone who knocks softly
before rearranging all the furniture in your mind.

Yesterday’s mischief still clings to the air,
smelling faintly of banana peel bravado
and the k…Read More

the willin fool

you place the blade
in my hand
and somethin in your voice
makes it feel right
somethin given just to me
b/c I earned it

and I…
dumb enough to believe you…
hold it careful
watchin the light settle
along the surface
before bringin it to my mouth
slow
draggin my tongue
along the edge
tastin what you pro…Read More