Lies

 

Admit it — truth is out of style. Lies, though —

they’re tailored to our taste in flimflam, guile,

what we want to hear, where we want to go,

 

how we want to see ourselves — bespoke, broad

in the shoulders, slender in the waist, glowing

from the inside, blessed with perfect bodies,

 

perfect hair, teeth that flash perfect smiles

for the paparazzi, provide fresh fodder

for the tabloids. But truth? Out of style.

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

February 2024

 

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