|Ian Randall Wilson|
|Just Another Night
I believe the truth of what anyone says
from a burning building.
Right now I need words pond-skimmed
off the living skier.
You want to keep
that little forest in your chest
to yourself. Sometimes,
I wish you'd let it stay
between you and your doctor.
In the next version, you change your nouns.
Potato is sincere. Clock is not.
When caught in the "fever of dreams,"
ipse dixit or drink lies.
The stories are the stories that are or are not or never were or might be.
Page turner! Barn burner!
Nail sheaths of my heart!
These are things people fail to say even
when alone with pets.