The poem where I lie about everything
Rudy Francisco
I'm 6'2,
I weigh 225 lbs. and
I know what you're thinking. The answer's no, I don't
like basketball
Yes, the way my parents look at each other
reminds me that love still exits.
Yes, I love swimming,
yes, I'm an only child, and
they are still married.
Exists.
That was a typo.
Yes, my grandmother is still alive.
Yes, I'm fine; yes, I'm always fine.
No, I'm not just saying that so
you'll leave me alone.
Yes, I'm happy. I smile so much
my face hurts. Yes, that is the only
pain I'm familiar with. Yes,
when people say, "good luck,"
I laugh and tell them I'm a rabbit's foot
wrapped in a 4-leaf clover.
Yes, when someone says,
"have a good day,"
I say, "too late ... already happening."
My eyes? Oh, allergies.
My hands? They shake like this
all the time, the doctor
says "It's normal. No big deal,
just ignore it." Yes,
I'm comfortable talking about my feelings.
Yes, ask me anything.
Yes, I'm lovable.
No, I'm not lonely.
No, I'm not exhausted.
No, I'm not under a lot of pressure.
No.
No.
No.
Yes,
I slept really well last night.
I woke up around 7,
made a breakfast,
I felt guilty,
then went for a run.