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
who blundered into
the obvious trap
and fell into a coma
on her birthday.
*
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?
