seeker of truth

follow no path
all paths lead where

truth is here
-E.E. Cummings
To tell the truth
is a sometimes
dangerous
endeavor.

Often, I
bitemytongue
hiding
bits of truth
where my
wisdom teeth
used to be.
Truths like:

“I’d like to hold hands
in a dark theatre with you.”

or

“My mind processes things
so quickly, I’m afraid
I’ll get motion sickness.”

or

“I’d like to lie naked
in bed with you and read
Pablo Neruda sonnets aloud
by candle light.”
These truths range from
the mundane to the audacious.

 

I collect them in my cheeks
as a chipmunk stockpiles nuts
until they grow impacted
and I spit them out
allatonce
sending them heavenward
into the gaping mouths
of winter constellations.

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