March 5, 2007

Writing for an Audience

My pen dithers like the needle
of a polygraph and scribbles shaky
shapes that tell a story
with no corroborating evidence.
But everyone believes it,
or maybe not, but everyone
knows this is the hot part.

The jury, faceless, Argus-eyed, squirms
in their hard chairs, like an audience
at a porn movie, or an
execution. This is

what they came to see -
this helpless, involuntary twisting
of the truth into
something they might believe.



Summer 2006.

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