By Misti Lake
Date: 18 March 2001
Lying to Be True
manic searching
feeling lesser
empty
invisible
small
wondering if I looked moody enough
in the smokey blue light of Phaces on Sixth Street
posing
lying to be true
dying to be new
holy shining glamorous diaphanous
no unnecessary substance
no weight
fate free
a willow tree
dancing before
an admiring stream
I dreamed up fantasies
I dressed up heroes
made zeroes into tens
made do with nothingness
and called it zen
the lens was out of focus
I was crystal
shamanic
desperately seeking
a stoic Ken
dumb enough to make me feel
like Barbie again.
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