Flat

I can brush off rude remarks.

but I am so unduly tempted to stomp our interactions of late into the ground, to grind them back to where they are alien signifiers disembodied from their gritty reality.

I wish that our interactions could be reduced to a common denominator.

That they could've happened over a wire, with no one to witness.

That they were flattened a good dimension.

That it was a phone call, and that I had the freedom to defend myself with a healthy "Fuck you."

Embracing Truth

Let's go
and
stand in the sun

and face its brilliance

till we're forced to squint through our eyelashes.

Till it permeates our skin
minds and hearts

Till it banishes all
the messy cover-ups
all those pointless games
of hide-and-seek–
because that's all they were
anyways–

games.

Till the light covers everything
and we can finally call ourselves human

without cringing.

Please, let's go now
and declare ourselves to be –

They Ate Pretense for Breakfast

Smattered across the city
like dabs of paint
they woke up
rubbed their bleary eyes
threw on
their outer shells
and opened their fridge doors
BANG
nothing good to eat
but a nice bowl
of arrogance
they gulp it down
and so
they ate pretension
for breakfast.

Laugh it off
and take it
with a grain of salt:

When you can see clear through
to the other side
it's so
beautifully
ridiculous.