you've been lying to yourself for years
nonchalantly swatting at your fears
but your smile plumes like matchstick
masked behind an anaplastic beard
kitchen television, volume high
stock footage of sunsets in july
gone before you knew it
watching helicopters pass you by
don't you want to know?
where your friends are going to go?
something soothing from a book you read
keeping furtive fears inside your head
curl up with your comfort
sleeping on an extra-long twin-bed