you were
one of those people
who believes different
truths on each
day of the week—
one night, the full moon
would be
made out of brie;
the next, the starlight
would strike you
so harshly,
you'd be scared
to so much as undress
in the dark.
Would you know
the difference between
love at first sight
and life
in a silo?
Would you be more
or less
well-
contented than
your counterparts
never to recognize
the devil you know?
