14.4.14

truth



--  I already got the mail

--  I figured you had    he had already doublechecked it unknown to her  

Why did he do that
Why did he deceive her what was the point of lying
What  ever  is the point of lying
What was that edge one thought they gained by lying

Because                                                                                                                                          
when a lie is discovered
and its when not if       eventually peering out of some innocuous remark
a gilded hair in the ointment lipstick on a cigarette butt or dark coffee cup crystal glass
then every word ever uttered                                                                                                          
is suspicious

Truth was                                                                                                                         
his vigor and power wasnt in words or argument                                                            
not psychology

it lived in his physicality                                                                                                    
his brawn deceptively hidden under conservative clothing and manners

on the very rare occasion he plucked a fib   he wondered how it was she didnt hear its bottlerockets wick hiss smell burning sulfur or it zip whisk away up into the tree 
canopy and burp
                                    catch that firefly on its erratic   surly   rudderless flight
Truth was                                                                                                                           
he didnt have the capacity or patience to braid lie upon lie twisting it into something that could withstand a shift in weight or desultory scrutiny  

Truth was                                                                                                                          
the truth

1524,  Saturday,  12  4. 14

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