Revisions

If I were a better liar

I wouldn’t try to spare your feelings
I wouldn’t be here to please

I wouldn’t keep changing
my back story to suit me

I would talk to strangers
and be home in a crowded room

I’d give up the sea and appreciate
the beauty of underpass graffitti

I would like dogs and the idea
of caviar

I would buy into complacency
I’d punctuate my words with grace

I’d take even these bits of dandelion fluff,
stitch them into something so gorgeous

you’d believe