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When I Lie |
I'd like to have that wide-eyed look,
empty eyes like the ABC at 6 newswoman
with the stiff blond hair-sprayed hair
who has the mask that was frozen in time
by some catastrophe
so she couldn't stop announcing them
one after the other, her voice like a steel trap
When I lie, I'd like to hold the universe perfectly still,
not jostling anything, keeping the status quo, poker face
When I lie I wouldn't see the stack of cards,
all falling in a ripple, catching me up,
tiny sounds echoing in my ears
When I lie, I'd rather not flush or sweat, skin clammy,
I'd just keep it smooth, even,
no one knowing my dark inside
When I lie I'd like it to be like a poem,
one full of places I've never been,
people I could never be,
songs I never sang,
loves I never spoke of,
a lie that might be true
copyright 2004
Alice
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