Never Truly Know Truth

Never Truly Know Truth

Kerplunk.
Kerplunk.
Kerchink.
Kerchunk.
Night drive
on a road
in desperate
need of repaving—
the black veil
shades what
I do not
want to
come back to.
Kerplunk
Kerchunk.
You like museums?
My mouth
opens
with that
single question
as my
heart
simultaneously
began to fill
with the
waters of
disappointment,
and fall—
Kerchink.
Kerplunk.
I thought
she knew.
Damnit.
I thought
she
knew
me.
Kerplunk.
Kerplunk.
Elebows embrace
knees pulled
tight.
Kerchink
Kerchunk
Fuck.
I probably don’t
really know
her true self
either.
Kerplunk
Kerplunk
Kerchink
Kerchunk.