necessary lies
when you ask how i am,
i’ll drink from the ocean
look you in the eyes
and tell you
i’m no longer
thirsty
unpotable thoughts,
necessary lies keep the day moving,
to shoulder the burden not requested by a mindless pleasantry.
it’s a conversational move of a checker on a chessboard.
a clock punched at a dead end job.
an exhale after an exhale.
the happy meal of drive-thru dialogue.
a wasted opportunity to connect
human to human,
broken thing to broken thing,
match up the fragments of each other
like an abstract work of art
trying to make sense of it all.
-garr_ck
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-Dan Garrick