Blurred Lines
Bloodlines and bribery,
simple breathing leaves a mark,
for those with heart-sleeves,
and memorized alibis.
His pulse quickens,
in today’s car-crash character study,
manipulations and manners (say please).
The director shakes her finger.
“Wear your very best regret around the collar.”
“Confess the latest on your knees.”
We’re all just tell-alls for the watercooler witch hunters
Word static
mouths hostage-taped
“Put the money in unmarked bags.”
“Run like hell.”
Still, the earth spins.
A dance of voices,
movement,
birth and death surround.
And
we
all
fall
(down).