I’ve been told that if I’ve ever had any virtues,
Honesty has always been one of them.
But when put across from a sliver of glass
And ever-met with nothing on the other side,
I can lie through my teeth,
Scrawling false promises over smooth, silver surfaces
In dry-erase marker.
And with my arms linked with others’
And secrets whispered in waiting ears,
I’ve never been one to break a promise.
But where my own mind is concerned,
I will sink my teeth into the necks
Of every sweet impulse,
Before flying off into a puff of smoke,
Emerging sometime later,
More cynical and self-loathing
Than I was the night before.