Day Sixteen: "The Whole Truth"
If I had to tell it I would admit
to all the times I dislike people,
and to periodic bouts
of petty frustration that remain
mostly stifled. I would reveal
all the books I have not read.
Mostly, though, I would quibble
about whether total honesty
constitutes a brutal externalization
of every emotion I keep inside,
because the whole truth is
that, perhaps like all human beings,
I have made my mouth
into a vast, reinforced dam
holding back an endless river
of every feeling possible,
a torrent of useless twisting
ugly enough to drown cities,
and I would die before I finished
enumerating it all.