I prefer how I look in poems.
My line breaks look better
than my laughter lines. My
stanza’s have better structure than my bones.
In my poems,
it looks like I know what I’m doing.
My poems make it look like I know
what I’m talking about. As if my
conversations with the world aren’t one-sided.
It looks like I knew that we weren’t in love.
They dress up the pain in misplaced references.
Make it look like there was no bad guy.
I keep wearing these clothes of a poem
to avoid the naked truth.