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People keep lies in their pockets like
bubble gum packs.
I tell a lie and my heart pounds, my nose grows
I need to get spanked.
I can lie like a jazz singer,
it’s the 1920’s, sliding in humid Chicago bars.
I am a little girl, wonderfully scared
of consequences.
Nothing can be wrapped up as perfectly
as bodies, naked on blue Sunday mornings,
no year and nothing to do,
but straddle our time.
Love this, Christina…can’t wait to hear you read it out loud. xD.