Today's poem is by Emily O'Neill
self-portrait, with untruth
playing the liar I am always
caught pointing out obvious failure.
they turn up the gas lamps & here I am
lashed to spit & turning until wrung
of my own meat. the lie depends on me.
anyone can deny a child. as far
as eyes can see, field untilled.
nothing planted so nothing stolen.
the lie depends on perspective.
seasons previous, blood in the furrows
& the crop failed & the topsoil can't imagine
the difference a few months fallow makes.
people mistake stillness for safety. they don't
believe me when I correct the weakness.
Copyright © 2016 Emily O'Neill All rights reserved
from Salt Hill
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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