Lies you say in the morning are the best

They hang midair, heavy

Like summer clouds promising rains later

And then disappearing in gentle betrayal

And a sigh of wistful disappointment


Lies you say as the sun sets, are the most hopeful

They travel through quickly

Like rumors, or like salmon swimming upstream

The promise of a better life

The reality of a bitter death


Lies you say at night are the truest

They are moist, optimistic, warm

Like furtive kisses on eyebrows, waiting

For the moonlight to fade away

For the goodbye at dawn.



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