The Lies We Know

my latest poem. Brief, yet packed with meaning.




The Lies We Know


Knowing lies told
concurrent with
the televisions’

three-piece suited
viceroy.
He with his news

paper and faint
red lipstick on
his collar. She

smelling of
foreign cologne


the original

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