why i tell the truth
you can't really call them lies.
this walter mitty life can be so
wonder bread, when
really, underneath this big blue jumper
i have a black velvet bra.
my sensible shoes are made from the
tongues of 16 tibetian dragons
(humanely harvested after natural deaths).
what i have found is that behind these
baggy eyes is another pair, and they
are PIERCING. people shift uncomfortably
when i enter the room, even as they
yawn. i have ways of finding everything
out. i have ways of living seven lives
at once. i have ways of turning tofu
helper into the sweetest summer cataloupe.
in your dreams, you say?
in my dreams, i am living right here,
right now, and you are all here too,
and we tell the sweetest stories.
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