Offended by lies,
I plucked all mine out
–as many as I could remember, anyway–
Swirl-swiffing webs that deceived, and
Chucking phony filters, and
Squaring all pyramids,
I shoe-blacked bits of white.
Going global, then, I pulled out rug, and
overpowered by the itch to truly feel the land beneath my piggies,
I crowbarred flooring, too,
stripping bed I’d made 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 veneers)
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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