Friday, March 13, 2015

On a roll

When he tells me about the tumors, he crie
and hangs up the phone 
and I call back immediately 
and lie in his ear and with encouragement 
he lies in my ear.

We do this every day, a frantic duet 
of lies flying back and forth
like homing pigeons but 
growing bigger and faster.

It does not matter to us 
if they are plausible. 
We are on a roll.
We cannot stop, we welcome 
any lies, especially miracles, 
also lies about volition 
and automatic forces, 
lies that keep us blind 
and the terror down, lies

that take us out of this world,
lies that make us go limp
from head to heart, that
help us bend far away from
what is beaming down.