False smile
Don’t pretend that tiredness explains my blunt presence
Don’t sing of my steep intelligence without salt
Because of temptation my wings head towards disappointment
At your turn, don’t send me into the night
I am the happiest appearance of hope
Desirous of sophistry, don’t call me sorrowful
I know the language of life and disgust
Don’t explain this speech inimically
I have a story of a false smile
Swear by God! Don’t make stories from my pain
In this moment that we sat talking
Don’t garb the time in poetry
2004
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