Implacably Human
The dawn settles
pensive and oyster-shell pink
into the stinging arms
of another edge-less morning.
–
Each day I wake up
drifting from one
dream to another,
transparent and ubiquitous
like a jellyfish.
–
It was the lies
that caused the breach
not what those lies
sought to obfuscate.
It is always the lies
but no one gets that
they think
trust is lost
in the imperfections,
in the momentary cruelties.
We all lie.
When I say
I am certain
that is always a lie
because I never am.
I don’t know
means more
than pity anyhow.
I don’t know
is implacably human.
–
Sometimes
I want to hear
nice things.
I want to be
spoken to the way
a child speaks
when blowing off
the head of a dandelion.
I want the dusk
delicate and womb soft
to envelop me
but mostly it is the moon
that I want
tremulous, pock-marked, inconstant
to fill me
with her mournful, pink cries.
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