the strange time

you didn't have the head
for blind horses, my teary rebellions
for days like this, except
worse

(i hid my tail and
called myself a human;
a statement mostly true
but only
from the front)

so can i hold anything over your head
if you don't have one
and if i'm a liar, too
?

(i would like to think i've exposed myself
lying spread eagle on a bed
but literalities fail me
more often than not)

we won't talk about the strange time
despite the aching fact that
strangers are the easiest
people to love