Shedding Skin

Theresa Cecilia Garcia

 

You don't have to be a liar today

 seeking stupid presumption in complacent scorns

between soft pillows and swarthy ideology.

 

You don't have to function full speed

seeking heroin as your only faithful companion while chasing youthful

exuberance

at the bottom of a lake still strapped to your fancily upholstered

Jaguar.

 

You don't have to play the victim of a fancied grievance while remaining

deaf to strident and desperate voices who laugh scornfully as you buy

them

 vintage drinks and Cuban cigars.

 

You don't have to sob with implacable urgency

as vain tendernesses and burnished blue pupils drink from your radiance.

You don't have to offer up empty explanations

as you shed your skin and discard your rusted shell filled with rubbish

and hypocrisy.

 

You do not have to be the scandal on their ferry while they worship in

 whispers doused in wild perfume and painted cheeks.

 

One single kiss and the page is turned.

 No one will presume to ask for an explanation. Therein lies the beauty.

 

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