The Fieldstone Review

Hidden Series of Lies

by Debbie Okun Hill

i)

He twirls lies
    like curling red ribbon
with sharp-tongued scissors
    black-and-blue-lipped handles
stainless-steel-bladed teeth
    biting///cutting///slicing
his twisted-stories
    hung up on coiled
telephone cords
    disconnected 
from everyone's
    party line


ii)

His lips, inflated skin
    two pink balloons
    hot air deception
his tongue
    tied and untied
dangles a string
of untrue secrets
the kind that 
winds once-twice
    around a neck
like a grey scarf
pulled tight
tight-tighter 
against fisted fans
    his cold north wind
    of duplicity


iii)

    He corners her
with fragmented fibs
    spoken and unspoken
disguised in foiled
    blue and gold gift wrap
shadow boxes 
    her composted innocence
squeezes the air out
    then buries the truth