—IF I LOVED YOU LESS I’D BE A LIAR

  

white pianos

 

puncture me with

a straight pin 

sharp as an 

aggravated whisker 

or vendetta 

i’m here 

bloated and full of 

nothing but hot air

like any other vapid 

macy’s day balloon

and aren’t all the best things 

dead already?

someone told me that, 

but it might have been 

my mother 

and she was an 

exceptional liar 

especially when I needed her most

which was never

and every day