even in our secrets,
we lie: even in the statements we make
to ourselves, condemnations, promises, assurances,
in our innermost monologues
we must lie.
(if i said to you all of the millions of words
that die, now, in my heart or my mouth
unspoken:
they may also die unassured,
unpromised, uncondemned, unburdened
by the weight which hearing them
necessarily provides.)