True Latitude
       

When I lie to you it sounds
like I am saying yes,

like I am leaking, as if I am a small
inflatable globe that makes sense

only when plump, only
when you can spin me,

place your finger anywhere
and not hear me hiss.

Darling, dismiss this.
I could never tell you

where you are, only
hint at what you miss.

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Copyright © 2011 Matthew Nienow All rights reserved
from The End of the Folded Map
Codhill Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission