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vanitashazeWE ARE HARD ON EACH OTHER | Margaret Atwood
i.
We are hard on each other
and call it honesty,
choosing our jagged truths
with care and aiming them across
the neutral table.
The things we say are
true; it is our crooked
aims, our choices
turn them criminal.
ii.
Of course your lies
are more amusing:
you make them new each time.
Your truths, painful and boring
repeat themselves over & over
perhaps because you own
so few of them.
iii.
A truth should exist,
it should not be used
like this. If I love you
is that a fact or a weapon?
...Somewhere in this poem, there is an Eames/Arthur story desperately crying out to be written.
i.
We are hard on each other
and call it honesty,
choosing our jagged truths
with care and aiming them across
the neutral table.
The things we say are
true; it is our crooked
aims, our choices
turn them criminal.
ii.
Of course your lies
are more amusing:
you make them new each time.
Your truths, painful and boring
repeat themselves over & over
perhaps because you own
so few of them.
iii.
A truth should exist,
it should not be used
like this. If I love you
is that a fact or a weapon?
...Somewhere in this poem, there is an Eames/Arthur story desperately crying out to be written.
