Free Verse
Spit them calmly in my eyes.Spill them purposely on the floor.Leave them in the sun to spoil.Loan them out on compounding…
(Is ‘current’ the correct word?)
I’ll listen to your excusesI’ll listen to your storiesI’ll listen to your liesTill I don’t know what’s true
Lying ably to him islike chasing his shadowHe could pretend it is short when it’s long…