bold lies
of life intersected
a pretty impression, worn out and connected
tall tales
they crumble when eaten
their taste an astringent, unlikely to sweeten
bald truth
your yearning’s not normal
a city disaster no more, just informal
lame duck
adrift in the crosshairs
continues to swim, anywhere, unawares
L.M. 4:25 p.m., January 20th, 2015.