the taste of truth

July 5, 2009 at 11:01 pm Leave a comment

my father fed me gorgonzola once

asked me what I thought

I told him how I loved it

then, when he walked away

I spat it out, washed away the taste

I could lie to him

because I thought I did it out of love

but I couldn’t lie to my tastebuds –

they had no use for love

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