Well if we are speaking in truths, now

then here is one for you:

It is true that I fall in love everyday, nearly

With a thin-wristed girl or some heavy-eyed boy, and

(if everything is black or white) it is

because I have fallen so completely out

of love with reality

It is almost a sickness!

Hazily, I catch myself dwelling

on how their eyes would look, laying

next to mine, when

Stop (the mathematician screams)

and I do, until the next one passes by

A second truth: maybe (and odds are all in favor)

I just do not remember how to be alone

Four years spent racing to escape it robbed me

(of dignity, of conscience) but

day by day I am building my island

Stockpiling, walling, mining the beaches

Third: I was proud of myself for more

than two months, this fall

and I feel that same pride, presently

(the jeweled mantra of celibacy, and

I pretending it was invited)

I will wear it in a crown before long

You Will See

Four: I lie to no one and to

Everyone, all at once, and five

The truth I will never speak

(understanding is a sinking life-raft) How

can something be at once true and false?

I will leave that one to the non

existant God I so look forward to

meeting.