Poem: Smokescreen

every story ends on a high note
triumph at Coachella
never taking out the trash
the next day

we want to seem heroic
never bland
we skim the details
and hide the fall

—or at least cry out “I meant to do that!”—

is storytelling just another ruse
we sooth ourselves with?

or is it marketing
to keep the fantasy intact
buy my book
buy our shirts
pay for VIP

keep the lucre flowing, honey trap
—and keep yours shut!—

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