Between Truth and the Lie

There’s a tiny space between
truth and the lie that he used to
slide through, slick as a snake
hunting warm prey.
He’d look any girl in the eye
and she’d freeze, not with fear,
but with an inquisitiveness,
a need to know, an insatiable attraction,
like that of a moth caught
before the flame.
That’s what made his fall
all the more interesting,
all the more comical,
all the more notable, for it was
his heart eventually lying there,
she-scorched, on the barroom floor.
There’s a space between
truth and the lie, and it runs
in two directions.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s