mmdclxxxv

(part two)

     I have not forgotten
     we sound
     the same when we say the same things like people of a certain time. As if
     history were not over.
                                                                           —Laura Moriarty

“What’s on the list for today?”
like not knowing a thing
about a great uncle as he passes
in the middle of mostly crying

‘family’ holding their hands in
an obvious imperfect circle around
his death, or how could we ever know
almost any normal event in my life,

(and speaking as a an actor –
am I working toward a more
earned and reasonable hypothetical
or is that just my take), what is the pose or

the tic or the spirit that alerts the lie?
To anyone listening or paying attention.
How diminished that quality is, no matter
your existence, no matter the audience.

Do some find this irrelevant? Certainly!
I see the hands, I hear the protests. So
of course you do, too. But let’s say I barely
know myself. What is this path

towards ‘trust’ (that comfortability
we find in certain others/that
comfortability I find by myself?
Occasionally....)?

Teach me, oh Great Nobody, the
pose that gives the ‘appearance’
of listen, I am being real(!!). That is
, perhaps, I am even being myself.

mmdclxxxiv

(part one)

I have not forgotten
we sound
the same when we say the same things like people of a certain time. As if
history were not over.
                                                      —Laura Moriarty

“What’s on the list for today?”
I look back and forth in
terror, searching for anything.
“We’ve got years to get it
done,” I look back and forth,

the manner less spastic. These
last words are balm, a stanch
for the deepest of cuts which
only allow a minute or two of
more life. A sad fly zips by in

disgust. If we start with the
premise that every single indi-
vidual lies (quite literally, the
entire embodiment of our spec-
ies depends on it in a way, it

is built into culture, it is written
in Amy Vanderbilt, the circum-
stances sometimes quite elaborate
and fun; or guilt-inducing). Be the
person you are, but I prefer ease

and an amalgamation of real
and fun, I value honest and ...
real (the former, from my
test runs, most especially)
but, I’m a liar. By necessity at

times, using etiquette of others.
At other times, or just because
I’d rather for whatever the
reason, perhaps even out of
spite, quell my truth, or with

which I seem no longer familiar...

mmdclxxxiii

Whodunnit (the prequel)

intrepid telepathy

makes the murder

tenuous ... grip

all your whines

in the back of

your throat un

til the maid

servant has

cleansed every

single dinner

dish. Drinks

aplenty come

later. See to

it you bring

your tongue

to carefully

(and perhaps

cynically and

yet clinically)

analyze the

poison be

fore tak

ing a dunk

in the

dark pool.