The word was but an utter whisper, which stung the lips.
What even does this word mean? What does this word mean to us? What does this word mean pointed at us?
Did we do something wrong? Did we say . . .
Did we do something right?
No No No. We did something wrong.
Being a “Liar” is wrong. Yes Yes Yes. Lying is wrong.
“You got that right, baby”
Right. We got “Baby” right. Lying wrong . . . Baby right?
No sense. No sense. No sense.
“I’m not yer ‘baby’ no more”
Baby right, but . . . wrong.
Why . . . “Liar”? Why not another name to call us? Why not over? Why not . . .
“Figure it out on yer own time, I’m done”
Klack, Klack, Klack
“Liar” is to person.
Person to Person
Us to Us?
Can we lie to ourselves?
No, No, No
Are we lying to ourselves?
Lying, yes. Subject . . .
Who we are? What we do? Who we really are? What we did? What we say? What we said? What we . . . feel?
Turning the head like a dog,
We lie to ourself. Yes
We lie about . . . us.
But lying is good.
Lying can be good, and it is.
Lie to survive
We do something right, we lie.
I lie, wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong
We lie, right right right right right right right right right right