If I cover my eyes and
pretend that I do not
know the truth, and if
I verbally chant to myself
that I do not know the
truth, will I come to be-
lieve it?
Even if everyone
else around me can see it
for what it is, and they
know that I know it, too?
YOU ARE READING
CLOUDS FOR MY EYES
PoetryThis prose-poetry chapbook explores themes of clouded judgments, devotion and deconstruction, and cotton fields where a belief in purpose and a belief in freedom no longer align. New poems released every Thursday at 9PM MST/11PM EST.
