Half-time Jester (White Lie)

Loving you is like being an albino girl on a bike at night.

Camouflage of the blindest kind. Remember what it’s like?

Rubbing alcohol into your bloody shirt. Lysol finger-tipped hips.

Concentrate. Do you remember any kind of “when”?

I’m going to disappear with all of them…

When I resurface in the stagnant vitreous humors of your eyes,

stained by red and yellow dyes,

make me a memory — not some kind of lie.