Friday, March 13, 2015

On a roll

When he tells me 
about the tumors, he cries 
and hangs up the phone 
and I call back immediately 
and lie in his ear 
and with my encouragement 
he lies back in my ear. 
We do this every day, a frantic duet, 
the lies flying back and forth
like homing pigeons 
and growing bigger and faster. 
It does not matter to us 
if they are plausible. 
We are on a roll. 
We cannot stop and welcome 
most especially any lies 
that invoke miracles, 
also lies about volition 
and automatic forces, 
lies that keep us blind 
and all the terror down, 
that take us out of this world 
of angst, lies that make us go 
limp from head to heart, 
that help us bend far away 
from what is beaming down on us.