5/7/05
Truth is weirder than fiction, but not poetry.
Everything changed when
suddenly truth was forced out
from each surprised mouth.
.
Even stranger still
was the mandatory form
of speech in haiku.
.
Scientists baffled,
blamed large hadron collider
and poetry books.
.
All were affected
truth emerging sharp and mean
but no one knew why.
.
"I have always loved
your sister Jane more than you,
I wish you would leave."
.
Mom said this to me
and then looking horrified,
covered mouth with hands.
.
But the words were out
their truth undeniable
frankly, a relief.
.
I found my boyfriend,
looking for understanding
and some small comfort.
.
"Babe, I'm in love with
someone else it's actually
your big sister Jane."
.
"Your betrayal hurts
far less than I thought it would
to be quite honest."
.
I set out alone
watching the world burn with truth,
keeping my mouth shut.
.
I saw friendships end,
relationships unable
to withstand the truth.
.
So many despaired
unable to live without
lying to themselves.
.
Slowly, we emerged
cautiously, tentatively,
spoke aloud small truths.
.
"Rain falls quiet on
the old maple tree, peaceful
music to my ears."
.
Of course, the weather
is how we began to speak,
polite and banal.
.
But we yearned for more,
and slowly learned to reveal
feelings without barbs.
.
You are beautiful
took on new meaning because
it had to be true.
.
And when someone said
I love you, there was no doubt
in hearts or in minds.
.
I thought there would be
more war, but people instead
were freed by the truth.
.
We have adapted
and improved in this new world,
stranger than fiction.


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