When Drama Feels Like Truth:

As we lie, we wish and

Our hopes are earnest so

What does that make our lies

And I am lying in bed

Thinking “yes, I’m in a world where desire is a paradox and a sin, where love which is the only thing that truly isn’t bullshit and the only thing that can break you, where being broken feels more real than being whole, where fear beats you into shape with so its what you don’t say that makes you who you are and machines are more honest than people (I put in 80 cents instead of 75 and it gives me 5 cents back, computers and calculators always try to tell the truth)…”

And I am climbing to the top of the flag post so fucking proud and tall

I’m at the top with the flag like my emotions; billowing,

I’ll tell all 52 fucking states

and when I jumped

There would be 52 supernovas

 

(but nothing shocks anyone anymore these days)