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Some Accounting of the Truth

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The most awkward conversations

I have ever had

always started with the words,

“How are you?” 

Doesn’t matter who is talking,

what they mean,

or have meant,

to me. 

Only that,

if they asked in honesty,

then I must be honest in return. 

Because,

at this late date in my existence,

I owe them,

I owe the world,

I owe me,

some accounting of the truth. 

However redacted,

or folded in on itself

that truth may be,

and to not tell it,

even incomplete,

is to form a swelling lie within my mind

that crashes on the rocks of my

relations with others,

who are just like me,

until I have become deception itself. 

And the longer I tell,

the longer I live,

the longer I breathe in

any less than truth,

the less I trust myself,

and then others. 

So then,

you ask me,

“How are you?”

 

“What do you want to know?”

 

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