Offended by lies,
I plucked all mine out
–as many as I could remember, anyway–
Swirl-swiffing webs, and
Chucking phony filters, and
Squaring all pyramid,
I shoe-blacked bits of white.
Going global, then, I removed rug, and
overpowered by the itch to truly feel the land beneath my piggies,
I crowbarred flooring, too,
stripping made bed there, next
(as it no longer served)
but leaving dog slumbering at its foot well enough alone, since
my Pinocchio proboscis was hardly his fault, and
his bark was just so tiresome, and
when only the prerequisite pillow, and
sleeping mutt remained,
I pulled every last tooth I had
(disabling enameled deception)
to place these extractions under cushion at bed’s head
–whereon I now also lay—
whispering to the down
all that was up,
I drifted in
&
bled out,
dreaming of
a Truth Fairy
and whether
she exists.
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