untruths on a summer's day

he asks me what i’m thinking about.

i don’t want him to know
that i’m thinking about the first time we kissed,
standing in front of his beat up copper-coloured van
with dents and places that look like bullet holes.
so i say i’m thinking about a story i’ve been writing
because that seems as good as anything.

i ask him what he’s thinking about.

he stops,
stares off into the distance.
i wonder if he’s coming up with a convincing lie,
if he’s really thinking about that slightly awkward moment
right before it happened,
the way we both closed our eyes.
he says he’s thinking about
the times we played chess at the coffeehouse.
(he gloats because he always wins.)

we look at each other
and know we’ve both lied.

untruths on a summer's day

starbunny

Maryville, United States

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Poem about a summer fling.

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