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Uneven Love

How to lie was something learned.

It meant love

at the time anyway.

Mine will be a long life

feeling always a little ruined,

deep in a well,

knowing the worst thing

I am capable of

not telling. Once did I see the figment as a man.

One man in particular

and the most unusual I have known.

I knew him in a different city.

He was older but not old

and I lied to save us (him)

from disgrace. He said even

without love there is a story of love.

Even without sex, desire.

It does not matter; I understand the strange logic

by which we lived:

to withhold the truth meant

we could create a new one,

a separate thing

true or not un-true.

It was our arrangement.

from To See the QueenFind it in the library

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Published in Allison Seay Poems

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