Lies — burning, stabbing, deep
Uncommitted
Poised to stitch the fabric
Of lies not told
Lies that lie in wait
That hold you by the throat
That squeeze your vocal cords
Into submissive silence
Lies take your breath away
Become your only blanket
The cross-stitch of lies committed
And those omitted
One sowing the other reaping
In the innocence of the chill
Slithering into the crevices
Of your pillow to whisper
Their arrival in your dreams
Month: September 2014
Fall in drag
Behold the queer
As nature
Reaches for her lip stick
Applies it
Gingerly
Then
Impatient
Grabs a trowel
Smears the color
Willi-nilli
Like a presbyopic
Drag queen with a
Heavy hand
Tired of her
Own apologies
Still
Time stutters and I
See myself moving
Even as I sit here
Still
Arkadia 