We lie with our mouths. Or
I lie (here and elsewhere)
with my mouth. (I’m told
I offer too many ‘broad
generalizations’).
So I take pictures.
How to quantify truth
(which is still lacking)....?
I ask a carny who points
at a sign. Then, once home,
I clean the kitchen, straighten
the living room, and put away
clothes.
I’m feeling better (I shave,
but still no haircut). I need
cash. After spending years
of savings I finally discover
free music.
Sure, we can only dance
at home. Which is 97%
honest, to date. My body’s
dance is a sin, but is fairly
true. Yours is all hallow’s
eve, all Cinderella ball.
& I love its surface thru & thru.
