The secret to lying is concealment
a girth of memory —
to feed “facts”
to a trusting consciousness
*
You perform the ultimate act of solitary devotion
deep on your knees, bent to your holiness
*
The clouds coaxed the afternoon into an early dusk
the day’s promise reduced to a sliver of sun on the carpet
*
A slit in the bedroom window blinds
across the way, a woman backstage
preparing for another workday
*
I swept up your legacy this morning
