You may be the reason I learned never to lie,
Words, and eyes, through my bitch teeth, a liar’s smile,
pretty white and convincing–and with my body,
In deeds dirty he believed I was into it,
in deep love, or at least in heavy like–oh, yes!
with my breath and whiskey sweat, with my hands and legs
like I was taught to do when drunk and wandering–
when I was lost inside my corridors, alone–
malleable between the wrong fucking fingers.
You are the reason I learned never to lie,