Trust
trust is often written
with counterfeit ink
it’s such a poor lover
mourning in the morning
as my blood curls
around the throat
of the world
and makes
the impossible
possible
soft sandpaper hands
promise and lie
like shadows entwined
on a lamp shade
the light goes out
water falls to
dust death
in wind shadows
low and down
liquor lips
and lies
and
the long goodbyes
trust me
trust
lies
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