THE CAKE IS A LIE

Take this space to invade your brain
with someone else’s thoughts,
someone else’s light waves, someone else’s walk.
You spend the whole day immersed in your talk
but I bet your mouth could close
shut if you had to take an afternoon stroll
in ankle boots fashioned impractical
all they do is bind toes.
But they match her binding clothes.

Have you admired the sun
from behind her inked eyelashes?
There is no one else who can feel the heat
on her shoulders
burning her scapula with their indiscretion.
Those gorgeous rays
illuminate some pretty shady spots
depending on the time of day
and depending on the spot.
She prays for rain,
her skins feels like orange coals
 steaming when the water comes.

You nourish your body
with the prejudice you covet
and fear it’s eating the compassion
you stole from her.
She walks like judgment,
robe and gavel.
You proved that man is cowardly.
You’ll perish before you admit fault.

She prays for rain to wash down the
rocks you told her to kick
that she chose to swallow.
They go down nicer than ego.
She’ll choke before she’ll swallow.
You can nourish your body
with her rotten death.
You can eat her thoughts.
You can wrap yourself in her corpse
so you can walk her walk.

We’ll starve before we swallow our pride.
We’ll die before we talk.