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the waters take my lies
down the street merging with
other untruths, deceptions, escapes
in a small river
of the world as it is not.

you float little boats
unsullied, unafraid, undeniable
in these murky waters.

fragile, absorbent, artless
they capsize. an afternoon
tragedy. a spattered heart,
a smudged brown face

come home to cry.
punishment has small
feet, leaves muddy prints
on the floor.