This is your chance. The truth, normally buried in his gut Today, is dangling on his tongue It will unfold like yarn when you give it just a tug You can roll all that truth up into a ball. Throw it back at him and check his reflexes later. Today he doesn't do the job of sweeping leftover words at his tongue They have gathered like dust 'Nobody deserves truths', he thinks. 'There are none outside microscopic time.' It is a truth accident today Like milk spilling over. While you can, get him. All the objects he has, must mean things. Ask him about his cigarette addiction today Ask him about that corner in his mind where he goes to detest sympathy Ask him about the paper bits he would never ever throw away Ask him about the girl he likes Ask him about his shame and get a laugh. Ask him in the most judgmental or superficially sympathetic tone about why there is so much distrust in his heart. Once you have gathered all the truth you so de...
Mostly I brush life off my shoulder when it falls gently from a tree, or when it grows from my shirt like lint. Mostly i sigh it away like a laugh from an unfounded joke or a waft of extra air in speech. Except sometimes.