I tell you my truth;

so does he, but his is a lie.

Each morning we both shit,

take a shower, drive to work.

The mundane slaps my face,

as if waking to a wet bed.

In the tea house’s simplicity

the same tales are told nightly.

(May 7, 2022)

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