Truth
Pipes knocking
All winter, we
Heard echoes.
Some sparrow
Caught in mind’s
Crawlspace.
What we chose
Not to know
Dropped coins
Off the overpass
Until cursing we
Swerved. As if
We could ditch
Our own party.
Donkey piñatas
Swaying blindly
To what splits
Us, what comes
Tapping in those
Hours our sleep
Begs the blow.
