In the Haze

Geordy Pearson

I’d be lying if I said
I'd rather be lying down there dead:
The feeling of breath makes me ecstatic.
Your heart beats on my chest:
my only insurance.
That beeping flat-line punctured my eardrums.
They echo a million compliments.
Why'd I pull the plug?
These girls
they don't breathe like you do.
They're just out to entertain.
I’m lying to myself
pretending these midnight rendezvous are the same.
A Lackluster dew drips
just short of fogging windows.
The windows your toes graced so vehemently
in that competition for space.
Your rhythms replaced my busted heater.
All these lies fog my mind
and I’ll lie forever.