remember the rubbish
awaiting our wonder
when the warring world
was waxing weary
and we latched onto fictions
unsolved mystery books
in the elementary school library
with aliens and ghosts
thunderbird’s enormous shadow
but the roar the natives heard
was no bird
some plane passed through
a cloud over the Bermuda Triangle
and dropped off the radar
when i heard American Indians’ name for it
i knew sasquatch was real
some alternate hominin
hiding in forests out west
and don’t get
prepubescent me started
on Loch Ness
my 13th birthday gifts in hand
anger betrayal
a supermarket tabloid
Bat Boy silently screaming
on the black and white cover
that too-close too-clear
obviously computer crafted snap
ended the illusions
a lie that was such a lie
it poked a hole in all the lies and i
somehow sad i couldn't believe
in lies anymore
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