I thought for a moment
about lying
telling them you're doing great,
about all your adventures
and dreams manifested.
Raising goats somewhere near bright water
in a quiet ordinariness
marred only by the occasional bite mark
on a perennial
grown too close to the fence line.
But I told the truth.
I have no idea
and would prefer it remain that way.
Jun 1, 2021
Jun 1, 2021 at 9:59 PM UTC
I thought for a moment
about lying
telling them you're doing great,
about all your adventures
and dreams manifested.
Raising goats somewhere near bright water
in a quiet ordinariness
marred only by the occasional bite mark
on a perennial
grown too close to the fence line.
But I told the truth.
I have no idea
and would prefer it remain that way.
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