Tuesday, February 11, 2025

HOLDING MIRRORS UP TO MIRRORS

What a pleasure it is 
to call things 
by their names. 

Serious, 
for instance, 

grandly summarizes 
the game that we play 

when we try to hide 
the frivolous 

truth 
about beauty. 


Speaking of beauty, 
it has taken me 
forever 

to admit 
I don't want 
you to see me this way—

I mean 
to say: with half 

a compassionate mind 
to swipe right 

on every hapless princess 
to blundered into 
the obvious trap 

and fell into a coma 
on her birthday.

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And speaking of truth, 
how are we 
defining that? 

Exaggerated sense 
of having all the facts? 

Overwhelming preponderance 
of evidence presented? 

Presented by whom? 
To whom? 
In what context? 

And in which 
of this universe's 
infinite rooms?