Civics Lessons

no more delicate lies upon which to perch our expectations. 

only the stout edges. and the insipid corners with which to fabricate our maps. 

the truth is both a thief and an ally. but we never know which one it'll be at any given interesection. 

a little spit to soften the bandages. and then we're ready to bleed again. 

they write on the walls. the muted screams of perpetual victims. 

the world is still loud long after we've forgotten how to hear. 

drowning in trust's dubious math. temporary villains climb into our beds. 

shouting so loudly that we almost believe them.