“Of course I can keep secrets. It's the people I tell them to that can't keep them.
- Anthony Haden-Guest”
Your trust in me with your delicate truth
-for my ears only; hears and holds my tongue
in escrow, like an account I will one day withdraw words from
in various denominations with interest compounded daily.
I trust you too, with my skeletons
-decomposing slowly in a closet full of unmanned suits or an urn;
-undiscovered by exploration or temptations
fitting neatly in the mouth of newly pierced ears, ears wedging gossip
like cheese, with small holes to hide embarrassment
in the uppercase print of public scandal:
everyone I trust with my secrets
does not trust me with theirs.
