Iscariotic

my body wasn’t forgetting at all…

“don’t waste dreams on this,”

Apathy whispered in my ear

“She was just the traitor to deliver

the kiss.”

and I was playing along

with all of it

as it went

just the way fate

always promiscuous,

always careless,

would have it.

 I’m just waiting

for her to make up her mind;

minutes going by on crutches

her truth is simply never going to be

as pretty

as her lies.

sadness and desire have

followed me home,

begging to be scratched

so the tears don’t matter

as long as she’s still smiling.

She is still smiling

isn’t she?