whisper a breath into this tired, broken frame, this
puppet discarded. i have this gift of strings, tangled
in plastic fingers. a sterile smile greets the world,
hollow imaginary lungs keep the chest still, the face still--
still the eyes. the mouth lies.
let me dance. let me pretend through you, one jolt at a time. whisper a
command, promise to follow through.
tell me, who lies to whom?