Why do your truths create doubt,

Yet I know it is the truth?

Home Truths built of lies.

I know why.

But you tell me,

Be honest,

If you can.

Trust

Me

I’ll know,

If you are not.

Poker face, years of training,

Smothering,

A good job,

I think.

Timber-floored lies; bricks and mortar lies; carpeted lies; kitchen cupboard lies; plug-hole lies; shower lies; pantry lies; vanity lies; medicine cabinet lies; letter-box lies; garden lies; bedroom lies, guilded gate lies; fenced- up lies: lies.

Visible cracks, constructed beautifully.

And I moved in, Knowingly.

And closed the blinds

To let in the light

And remove the stale air.

Yet you still see more than you should,

Through the un-visible window.

I see.

Call it blind naivete

Call it…

Show your cards,

Deal again,

A fast game is a good game,

I have all the time in the world.

I asked

Why you built it.

Not sure if you heard.

Not sure if you answered,

And I didn’t hear,

Although, I listen well.

Intuition, osmosis, dialysis, timing,

I know.