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