Half Truths
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1 min readJan 4, 2019
I can talk and talk and talk the full spectrum
But I’m running out of wall space and
Up and down these aisles I haven’t found
A single way out
Just more thin lines passing right through me
Without feeling or care or sage words
Holding out my blank notebook like a bible
Beating the demons away.
I dreamt about hammers up to no good
In desperate hands we undo ourselves
Then shift into slippers sipping coffee
Way up in the clouds
Speaking in half truths. Saying I love you.
Saying bygones are bygones. It’s all as true as
It’s not. As true as the memories we’d rather forget
And so put into the hall closet.
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Originally published at ersorensen.com on January 4, 2019.
