Because I haven’t been entirely honest with you so far.
Because polygraph machines have wet dreams
about men from Crete, and trace out crudely
Freudian line charts in their sleep
Because even on her days off the courtroom sketch artist sees
the faces of her friends in hasty pastel outlines, and even on her
days off they still look a little guilty.
Because deep in the forest one of the trees is a hologram,
and it flickers slightly when no one is around
Because – no really, hear me out:
Because the horizons are dangerously close
when you’re living on the moon.
Because in the beginning was the nervous cough
before the word
Because the pleading eyes of romantic fools are blind with love
(and sometimes pepper spray)
Because each new friend is an opportunity to reinvent yourself
(a little)
Because everyone is an extrovert
(on the inside)
Because God
(in a biblical sense of the word)
Because nothing means anything
until you say it out loud.
