Of course I’m a teller
of mundane lies, such as: I’ll try
never to lie to you. Such as:
that day after today the earth will
tilt on its axis towards the sun
again, the light will turn stronger,
it will be spring and you’ll
be happy. Such as:
I can fly. I wish I could believe
it. Instead I’m stuck
here, in this waste of particulars,
truths, facts. Teeth, gloves & socks.
I don’t trust love
because it’s no shape or colour.