Between Two Truths



The sun that scorches your forehead

Is the sun that dried your clothes

But the forehead is not as burdensome

As the laundrywoman’s load


The wind that ravages your hairdo

Is the wind that absolves your fart

A belch won’t ruin your day

And hairdos won’t break your heart


But need we prefer the better sun

Or the kinder wind?

The gentle enemy, or the bitter friend?


Could we choose, as we choose what to wear,

Not to care when the last care departs—

Between the truth that sets us free

And the truth, the one that hurts?




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