We looked into the darkness
You said it was bright
I trusted you
And thought myself blind
We stood out in the cold
You complained of the heat
I trusted you
And I removed my jacket
We were submerged in water
You said it was land
I trusted you
And I stopped swimming
Trust is not truth.

How wonderful
When this language

Comes together,
Falls apart.

Happy coincidence
Of breaking walls

Of stone dissolving
With breath

She put on her good bra
and braced herself
for a heavy day ahead